Above all else you made my life a living hell.
Oh well.
Erase the trace,
Cover up the smell.
Deep inside me the sounds of you dwell.
I always buy the lies that you sell,
But it's so hard to tell.
Golly gee f***ing swell,
And for thee tolls the bell.
Oh well
Oh well
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem