It's a waste You wanna write a good song? Fuck you no place fo' you 'round here. Here everybody give a fuck 'bout themselves only, and only themselves. Now this isn't a matter of taste, words I waste, I'm playin' hard, I'm paced. Nobody's even listenin', nobody's even looking. I've been hookin' and hookin' and hookin', but I still can't find the good hook. What am I rook? Been playin' for long time, nobody's listening, even dough you good a good rhyme, and you gotta do it in a right time. 'Cause if you don't you gotta do it all over once again, and then, when you finnaly say, amen. Somethin' ain't good, you're not a man, Waste of my fuckin' pen. Hard work. You jerk? If you don't pay you'll end up bein' normal clerk. And although my songs aren't Bohemian Rhapsody, I'm still rapidly firing albums. Energy atoms, wasted, War's not over fo' me...