Hurt me, wallop me, slap me, scold me.
I want pain, I deserve punishment.
If that's the best you can do,
I'll take my business elsewhere.
Wound me with your sally-stick,
Make me feel better?
None of it, I tell you!
Who do you think you are sir?
Imposing your healing potions upon me.
I've a good mind to pour salt in my wounds,
My young fellow.
Hit me with a hammer, spit on me,
Urinate on my face,
For I am worthless, you idiot
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
