I'll be comin' round the mountain when I come,
I'll be comin' round the mountain when I come.
I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off,
I'll be blowin' your fuckin' head off,
I'll be whackin' your fuckin' mind out when I come.
They all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, they've all made themselves a part of something and they can talk about what they do. What am I gonna say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?"