Sometimes I'm a complaining machine-gun
rat-at-at-at-complaining- rat-at-at-at-at
all the time about this shitty world- you see,
I'm doing it again- Isn't it a shame?-rat-at-at-
complaining-rat-at-at-at-how unbearable am I!
(rat-at-at-at-at)
And I don't know what things are all about- rat-at-at
all those mad, silly, normal things -rat-at-at-at
and the crazy-rat-at-at-abnormal things,
that I just can't bear every-rat-at-at-at-fucking day.
You know, I am -rat-at-at-at- complaining too much,
isn't it? -rat-at-at- blame the world -rat-at-at
or blame this cynic me -rat-at-at-at -this,
rat-at-at- silly -rat-at-at- lonely -rat-at-at- me.
That's why I'm a complaining -rat-at-at- machine gun
Because I'm just a lonely -rat-at-at
and silly -rat-at-at-at
and crazy -rat-at-at- bitch,
a -rat-at-at-at-spoiled child,
rat-at-at- a -rat-at-at -complaining me.
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