Crank

I write a letter everyday.

I dont' believe a word I say

Curore ball point in my hand

I like to shock my fellow man.

I often like to yell abuse

At helpless strangers on the tubes

I've got a weakness for the arts

I like to study private parts.

I've got a right to be obscene

Because the people are so mean

They walk straight by me in the street

They've got no time to speak to freaks.

So I take pleasure when they sqirm

Some stupid people never learn

I hope they think of me in bed

Cos I'll be lonely till I'm dead.

Lonely... Loneleeeeeeeee

Loneleeeee.