You're looking like a shit
You're tied up in your own sweet hell
Of playing your own tricks
You're just a silly Willie
A short arced little stump
You're high and fake like Auntie Drake
Who's shopping with his mum
All you ever wanted was to be him
Everything you want is in his face
All you ever wanted was to be in
But the trouble is, you always just be her, always her
Look at you, you problem
You think you're causing grief
But we're not brutes we've just begun
To shove it in your face
And every night it's harder
For you to play your dope
'Cause we're exposing breakfast chums
You haven't got a hope

INEKE ROBBE (BELGIUM