I bleach the marble, hungry 'n drunk Whatever goes on, it never comes out Gumball surface is waste but clean And if it goes further, it's idiot's dream, yeah No one can help me to keep my brain cool Though life has burst out when I left school As soon as it's over, I rip it away The higher we're getting, the lower's our play, yeah My brows are torn off, my eyes turn white The festival's coming - oh, ain't I right? We've plenty of money not to be blue We've plenty of time - but how honest are you, ah? Now I know what I've to do, and it's not so fine I have to go back to the swamp - this swamp is mine I borrow money, and beer's my sake... You're ready for everything that you have to take, yeah