Crank

I write a letter every day
I don't believe a word I say
Curare Ball points in my hand
I like to shock my fellow man

I often like to yell abuse
At helpless strangers on the tubes
I've got a weakness for the arts
I like to study private parts

I've got a right to be obscene
Because the people are so mean
They walk straight by me in the street
They've got no to time to speak to freaks

So I take pleasure when they squirm
Some stupid people never learn
I hope they think of me in bed
'Cause I'll be lovely till I'm dead
Lonely
Lonely