The crank 歌词

I write a letter every day I don't believe a word I say. Curare Ball points 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 to time to speak to freaks. So I take pleasure when they squirm some stupid people never learn I hope they think of me in bed cos' I'll be lovely till I'm dead. Lonely.......Loneleeeeeeeeeeeeeeey