I'm one with the raindrops But there's yet another sound Now, could it be that Jeff That fucking prick who you owe some money from the From the bet that you lost to that fuck Jeff who works Down the studio
Paranoia taken in Temper rises paper thin Evil lurks in every vein
Now it's time I kill again
See the real behind the lie See the evil in my eyes How good it feels I can't disguise
You're on your way to paradise
It wasn't the mailman Yeah sure it was Jeff
He would not go away So I stabbed his sick ass into quiet a mess A mess it took me a while to disguise but now There's no more Jeff The fucking bastard's gone