Skulley Function
What did you want to be?
A little extreme like me?
Now after so many years, your flyin’ over me.
Another identity, nothing you used to be,
Finding your easy way through the society.
f..ck you !!!
It’s crazy what you wanna be,
and what you looking for is function.
Your kind of penitentiary
That needs no door to open.
The last time I saw you,
I knew you remembered me,
Be sure that you won’t forget all this so easily.
Another Identity, now you’re looking for company,
yet sick of your easy way through the society?
What ever you’ll get to be,
your 100% career,
after a forty years you sure got used to be
another identity without personality,
glad with your easy ways through the society.
f..ck you !!!
It’s crazy what you wanna be,
and what you looking for is function.
Your kind of penitentiary
without a door to open.
