Текст: Distorted Penguins. Incest.

Today I'm up, tomorow I'm down, it's hard to say
What I'll do when you're not around
Right I'm happy but how long can that last
An hour comes and goes and then I'm feeling cashed

So I guess I'm through, look for someone new.

I'm a punk and you're a princess
Loving me would be as wrong as Incest.

I call you up, the telephone, you're
Never there and so I moan and groan
Motivation don't come easily, especially
When you are you and I am me.


So I'm feeling bored, what are feelings for?

I'm a punk and you're a princess
Loving me would be as wrong as Incest
I'm a pest and you're a godess
Loving me would be a touch less than modest.