Lyrics:

Pick a prospect
You don't even have one
As far as human being
A poor excuse for one
You little life has
No more time again
There is not need for you
Absolutely no need
A walking timebomb
A menace to the fan
A pool of fitness
Should be talking abortion
An ugly warthog
A feeble amateur
Seem to me you
are some psycho slut
I see a distance growing
Seems to me that poor
life is passing you by
Try to escaape
There is no hesitation
The same kinds of cooperation
to guarantee a nation
Not to escape
To reservation of your (?)
for the entire nation

Sick and fancy
You wrote the chapter fourteen
Without a pen and maybe you and I can have a latte
(?) But it seems to me you are some psycho slut

I see a distance growing
Seems to me that your poor
life is passing you by
Try to escaape
There is no hesitation
The same kinds of cooperation
to guarantee a nation
Not to escape
To reservation of your (?)
for the entire nation

Counter apathy
And from the depths of the bin
can't wait 'tll you are gone back to where you came from
How's that latte?
Put down your understatement (?)

It seems to be that you are some kind of psycho slut

Try to escape!
Try to escape!
Try to escape!
Psycho 89!