Lyrics:

Chemical Mozart's at it again
Finder of loser's freedom
Begging the fractions for a release
Where are they when you need 'em
The physical fourth
And the space half
In the quarter of a strange life developing
Here's to the wives' club
Forks and knives club
Now they are singing
Our ears are ringing
I am the driver
Penciled in lifer
Doctor and soldier
Short of arms