Sitting In The Wardrobe Lyrics

The style you walk this world
With no respect
For anyone

This is my aversion
You are just like dregs
You do not desire
To stay alive
To stay alive

You're a terrible residual
I can't understand
Why people
Like you believe
They're like Rambo
You look like the people
Who live in trees
With teeth eroded by maggots

But still
You believe
To be the king
Of this village

Go home to mommy
Tell her I love you
At home you are the pussy
Sitting in the wardrobe

Crying why mommy
Doesn't love you
In the evenings
But turn back
To the wannabe Rambo

Of your small world
Show all the people
Of this fucking
Asocial planet
That you are the future
Of tomorrow

However, I will not be like
All the idiots

Who change sides
When they see you in the streets
And wet their
Expensive jeans
When you start crying in your circus