Like Dracula Lost In A Void
Without His Fangs
You Lost Your Bite And Expose
Yourself Of Being A Whimp
While She Blossoms Again,
You Are Close To Decay
Cause She Keeps Moving On And
You'Re Going Astray
And Your Big Macho Ego Is Melting Away
But With Your 6 String In Your Hand
You Seek For Revenge
Stop Writing Songs
About Your Girlfriend
No One Cares About Your
Stupid Broken Heart
Stop Whining On The Airwaves About Your Love And How It Fell Apart
About The Good Times And The Bad Times On These Lousy Three Old Chords
Stop Singing About Your Girlfriend
We Already Heard It
Million Times Before
Ulyssses Sirens Cry Their Hearts Out
All Day Long
And All Your Grief Wrapped In
Poesy Turnes Into Songs
You Are Another Young Bard
Moaning On Radio
And You Are Twice Of A Man Since
You Portrait Your Woe
But You Used To Be Rambo
Now You Act Like U2
Wallow In Self-Pity Through
"With Or Without You"