The *** in Yourself - Chris Garneau (克里斯·加诺)
You brother said
They give you a bed every night
Your mother wept
Cause she thinks that you're dead every night
Your lover left
He said he had a good night
Your sister canned
All the secrets you told her that night
Woo woo
Woo woo
You should get more
In touch with the whore in yourself
You should be open
To life and not for yourself
Woo woo
Woo woo
When you talk you stand up and sit by me
And you seem to incline musically
That you want to be all
And I barely think
We can drink for free
We can drink for free oh
Let's go back down to eat
Woo woo
Woo woo
Woo woo
Woo woo