Beat down my door,
Asking for more...
Even more than before.
Beat upon my head,
Rising up the dread,
In everything that's said.
What nerve...
What do you deserve?
What gull...
Is there a void in your skull?
Ahhh! To avoid you void,
Would really be enjoyed.
Jongleurs bring no joy,
Singing songs of distress,
Oh, boy!
What a mess.
Jongleurs -- less, less, less!
There is no decency,
When you violate my privacy,
When you pry into what is me,
You might not like what you see,
A facsimile... of thee.