Alba s touto skladbou:
Queen Of Denmark,
You cannot trust me I will stab you in the back
I'll sell your grandma on the street to buy some crack
If crack is not available I'll buy [?]
You have to take things as they come that is my motto
I'm laying groundwork for your ultimate demise
But you can't see that if you look into my eyes
I have been fucked over a thousand times or two
And now I feel that I must take it out on you
And that's the good news
that's the good news, baby
When you talk to me I am vomiting inside
I think that vomit is what killed my inner child
When I look at you I am filled with violent rage
I feel like telling you that you should act your age
All I can talk about is your [?]
And how that little ass of yours looks just like food
Your taste enclosing is of low concerne to me
It's just a reflection of your stupidity
And that's the good news
that's the good news, baby
Das sind die guten Nachrichten
das sind die guten Nachrichten, Baby
