No wonder where this ends up
Signs are all becoming circumstantial
No more games
Foaming at the mouth
Seeing little devils
I should be so f*cking lucky
Up in arms
Shooting from the hip
You should see the look on your face
F*cking newbie
On your feet
The planets are aligning
The gates of heaven open
But you're not welcome
Walk the plank
I recommend that you change your career
All of the time I'm worried for you
All that you've done is forgotten
You're writing sonnets at the edge of the void