You got a question? Please don’t ask
It puts the lotion in the basket
You say bigger’s better but bigger's bigger
White boy dressed up like a figure
Drawn inside a toilet on the wall
The world is round my square won’t fit at all


They say those who can’t just instruct others
And act like victims or jilted lovers
You can’t lose it if you never had it
Disappear, man, do some magic
You want a reason ? How's about because
You ain’t a has-been if you never was

I sound like this

Too scared to say what is your passion
So slag it all bitter’s in fashion
Fear of failure’s all you’ve started
The jury's in, verdict retarded,
I’m so tired and I’m wired too
I’m a mess, I guess
I’m turning on the screw

(I like every lyric, to every qotsa/tcv song.. so I just picked one. damn,)