Oh, I'm so agitated, so agitated Run through a washing machine, agitated I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it It's five a.m. and I'm crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks, and I don't need no shrink, I just hate it Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead, just like my cousin FredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
