What a sorry mess I am to see.
Even friends can't stand to look at me.
Oh, I despise
I'm not half the man I used to be.
Pieces keep on falling off of me.
It happens now
When my tongue fell off,
I don't know, I couldn't say.
I said, [*garbled*] "zump ping wong".
Now I long for that sweet day
When I had no
Making with me could never be.
Yes, I've lost my chance for ecstasy.
Oh I despise