I paint a smile on my face. But my minds in a different place. . They only see the light, but look behind the camera. And then youll find an answer on the other side.
"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]. . Yeah, yeah. Too many Indians and no chiefs. I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece.
In the kitchen (putting work). On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird.
The lunatics now run the asylum. The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up. They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it. The lunatics now run the asylum.