>>7547956Telephone, in my hand
Every call, out to old home
Do it all to fax them my CV
Punk is here, about to blow
Waitin’ for backstage to implode
Out the door, back to fed, I’m home
(Whoa!)
And my father said, when I was younger
Don't work that Philcuckman (onions man!)
You took it all away, I give it all away
You can take my Tony
Here to work for the Game,
a contract made for pay
I built my return
Now don't @ me
