Teksty: Frenzal Rhomb. Coughing Up A Storm. Genius.

Walking by myself oh how I wish with some one else
Oh we could be so strong
It didn't have to happen if I bought myself a gun
He would've been on the run
What fun

'cause he's a Fucking Genius
He's a genius a fucking genius

Walk away if your reactions are gone
I can't believe he thinks this is fun
I would like to be inside his head
If it's empty there's no room for me to
kick out both his eyeballs, and punch out both his ears
I'll find the braincell that he's got
Play ten-pin bowls and fuck it up
But it doesn't matter, It doesn't matter a bit
'cause he's a fucking genius.....etc.

His intellect is far beyond you and me
He's so smart he can't even speak
I wish I understood all that he knows
Just hit me and I'll understand
the word he yells from his car as he drives along
If only I had studied more I might have known the origins of
maarmumarr
He can lecture with his fists
He's pissed and he's a fucking genius.....etc