Crank - Fischer-z

I write a letter every day

I don’t believe a word I say

Curare Ball points in my hand

I like to shock my fellow man

I often like to yell abuse

At helpless strangers on the tubes

I’ve got a weakness for the arts

I like to study private parts

I’ve got a right to be obscene

Because the people are so mean

They walk straight by me in the street

They’ve got no to time to speak to freaks

So I take pleasure when they squirm

Some stupid people never learn

I hope they think of me in bed

'Cause I’ll be lovely till I’m dead

Lonely

Lonely