Mr. Politeness
You can't be serious
How 'bout a helping hand for us?
And now your likeness
It makes me furious
And I am sinking thinking what's with all the fuss?
At the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the well
At the bottom of the lake
That's where I dwell
I Teabagged Myself with 3 heavy fucking cans
At the bottom of the sea
That's where I am
So what's this burden?
I'm three sheets to the wind
But you just stand there with a shit-eating grin
If I'm a dead man
I'm just a skeleton
My fate is greater than these shaking bloody hands
At the bottom of the sea
At the bottom of the well
At the bottom of the lake
That's where I dwell
I Teabagged Myself with 3 heavy fucking cans
At the bottom of the sea
That's where I am