Half psychotic, sick hypnotic got my blueprint electronic.
Go. Use your muscle, carve it out, work it, hustle I got it, just stay close enough to get it Don't slow! Drive it, clean it lysol, bleed it Spend the last dough (I got it) In your Pocko (I got it)
Yeah, baby!
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given... Zeus (1178 BC)