Teksty: Poison Idea. Kings Of Punk. Subtract.

Two too many. Take one. Subtract. Leave none
But don't set your hopes too high
Or you'll wind up like the other guy
There is another self. I am not alone
For what I have done
You can't blame it all on me
A kleptomaniac
You'll never get
Your best prize back
Thou shall not kill
Though shall steal
Though cannot take
What I have not
What we learned today
Useless rights abused
And thrown away
Greed's looking at me, my mind can't remember
He pulled a quick one, cleaned them out
And clues he left none
I never could write a book on trust
Even when my head got fucked
Oh no, I would never blame it on us
If you want the fact
Then just subtract