Текст: Alcoholocaust. Drunk By Noon. Failure.

If you don't expect too much from me, then i won't let you down - sometimes it's hard to breathe 'cuz i'm too busy actin' like a clown - people don't seem to like me, they think i'm rude, they say i'm crude - can't even be my best friend, 'cuz i hate myself, and i hate you too -- 'cuz i'm the king - original loser, i'm not a wannabe - born to lose, mouth of a sailor, there's not much more to me - i'm a failure -- 'cuz when i make love, my hand falls asleep - i said my own body don't wanna be next to me - 'cuz charlie manson and the son of sam - i say they're my two main idols, now, i wanna be - just like them

(Thanks to The B for these lyrics)