That was essential morning,
I was eating my concrete fillet
And I saw your wardrobe was turning
When you were running away.
I'll throw it at you with a smile,
You'll fall and your hand will be wrenched.
Your anger will fling me to tile
We will fly and soon will be stretched.
Your length now is one hundred meters
And you're lying while dying with door.
You will see me tomorrow in papers
I'll be crazed with my thoughts on the floor
24.11.09.