Текст песни The Crank

I write a letter every day

I don't believe a word I say.

Curare Ball points in my hand

I like to shock my fellow man.

I often like to yell abuse.

At helpless strangers on the tubes.

I've got a weakness for the arts.

I like to study private parts.

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Because the people are so mean

They walk straight by me in the street

They've got no to time to speak to freaks.

So I take pleasure when they squirm

some stupid people never learn

I hope they think of me in bed

cos' I'll be lovely till I'm dead.

Lonely.......Loneleeeeeeeeeeeeeeey