Well, I should've been aborted when they had the chance. 'Cause now I'm spilling venom in the ears of the class. And all the high school kids are sick of being told to relax (-blam!- off). The crazier the kid, the tighter his pants. Yeah, I'll start a revolution bringing Gothic back, Got them marching like an army wearing black-on-black. Out of a thousand of these mother-blam!-ing copy cats, None of them can do it quite like I can.