Lyrics:

I've gotta climb this mountain, yeah, I'll deal with you later
If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough
I am better off dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorow
So copying styles if you're a "one of a kind"
Oh Yeah! Alright!
So copying styles if you're a "one of a kind"
Oh Yeah! Alright!

Tought looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream
Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven't been the same without it
And when the lunaticsare coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me
With saying that I'm just a "one of a kind"
Oh Yeah! Alright!

And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, you may comfort me
By saying that you're all by a tune, and you will say:
"I wonder what's so wrong about it
I wonder what's so happy about it
I want it now and you will never be alive!
I want it now, but you were never my kind
So cry at night when the band pullet out"