I've got the IQ of a sparrow.
I've got the morals of a rock.
I've got the anger of a demon
and I never wanna stop.
I've got a brain full of ignorance.
I've got a belly full of wine.
I've got eyes lost in the distance
and I'm gone before half past nine.
I've got a mouth full of bullshit.
I've got facts that don't exist.
I've got glasses that do not work
and I never smile, only smirk.
I've got rein over nothing.
I've got an arm chair lacking stuffing.
I've got a soul that paid for my bluffing
and I never really care.
I've got justified for my existence.
I've got lack of all benevolence.
I've got lying down to a fine art
and I live under the stairs.
I've got a face that all do love.
I've got a plate full of morning doves.
I've got you in the palm of my hand
and I will break you as I like.
I've got hate on the tip of my tongue.
I've got no clue of what is wrong.
I've got you who has broken me
and I'll sail away into the bitter sea.
I've got no sorry for any of you.
I've got sorrow and pain forming a queue.
I've got no home that I can go to
and bricks and mortar always fall.
I've got a watch that does not chime.
I've got a battery made out of limes.
I've got nothing left to stay for
and my departure is nearly due.