Turn off the lights, shut down the music,
Relax and be sure you don't need them at all.
Now be prepared to get boozy-woozy,
I'm gonna show you my naked soul.
I'm feeling like a low-skilled snakecharmer -
Just one wrong move and I will be dead.
But it's a fair price for playing this drama
Without remorse and without regret.
Nothing is perfect, I can uderstand it.
I don't expect from you tribute or prace.
I'll stand your sarcasm burning like acid,
And I'm not afraid of pain and disgrace.
But non of you dare say that I'm insecere.
So if you will, well, you must shut up.
And you'll only get my practiced sneer,
Cause I'm in response for what I've made up.