- Okay Ted, what's the problem? What's the problem? I haven't got a problem I've got fucking problems. Plural Wanna hear? - Sure
Well, most recently, there's this scary Mexican gangster dude, poking his finger in my chest There's his hooligan kids snapping their fingers at me There's a putrid, rotting corpse of a dead whore stuck in the springs of the bed There's rooms blazing afire There's a big fat needle from God knows where, stuck in my leg, infecting me with God knows what And finally, there's me, walking out the door, right fucking now Buenas noches