Atletický kus ukazující tělo a velký rostoucí péro

Knock, knock, you're at my door Maybe I should open and see what's in store

I know you're angry, you got the shotgun A clean blade just in case you don't pause

Just to blow my brains to the ground Your mind's all messed up right now

But before I open the door Just let me speak my heart

'Cause I'm sure that you don't feel this way