Testo di 'Undigested Lump' di Hank Green

Well I got a lotta things,
I'd like to say to you,
And also just a few,
I'd like to actually do,
But I don't wanna go to jail,
And sometimes my words fail

And I don't wanna let,
The worst parts of me prevail
Saying words on my mind,
Has always been hard,
So I'm just gonna leave this,
To the words of the bard,

Get out of my sight,
Thou dost infect my eyes,
Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?
Thou hast the most unsavory of smiles,
Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of nile,
Injurious, tedious, you butcher's apprentice,
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous stock fish,
I scorned you, scurvey companion
Thou misshapen dick,
Thou bitch wolf's son.

Oh hell must be empty,
'Cause the devil is here,
I've been memorising shakespeare,
For nigh on eight years,
So I was ready for this,
After what you did,
You'll be lucky if you leave,
Here and you still exist,
You never knew when to shut it,
You carcass fit for hounds,
It's the emptiest vessel,
That makes the loudest sounds,

Get out of my sight,
Thou dost infect my eyes,
Wilt thou be made a man,
Out of my vice?
Thou hast the most unsavory of smiles,
Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of nile,
Injurious, tedious, you butcher's apprentice,
Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous stock fish,
Thou one trunk inheriting slave,
You're not worth another word,
Or else I'd call you-
I'd call you a knave!