I want to give you something
I want to to give you nothing
The Indifference makes me want to
Scramble up the lines.
Reading backwards in a monastery
My eyes started to rebel
And my hair kept getting hairier
Did you ever see a beard like mine ?
The winter has not been kind
It's like Merlin and the Topp
The ZZ kind of kind .
You can't miss me coming
But that's never been a problem.
I am just glad that I grew up
Back in the day
That I can tell you stories
About the one
That got a way.