Blank walls in a restaurant bathroom. 

Black marker though just a pen would do 

Small words and simple poetry. 

Say what you want to say 

In just the perfect way 

And all the people say: 

Kokamantratarius 

Hero for the average Joe. 

It makes him feel like 

POW! BLAM! YEAH! 

Fire in the hole! 

Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl. 

Cracked tiles and cold white cinder blocks 

Soon wear his words. 

It's like a diarrhea diary for men. 

He's like a Robert Frost if Robert Frost had been 

Strange and nefarious and ungregarious. 

The road less traveled is for Kokamantratarius. 

Kokamantratarius 

Hero for the average Joe. 

It makes him feel like 

POW! BLAM! YEAH! 

Fire in the hole! 

Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl. 

Here I stand with pete in hand 

I'm hoping that you'll understand 

That all my life I've been a freak, 

Afraid to laugh, afraid to speak. 

But now you'll have to listen to me. 

Now you'll have to listen to me, 

Now you'll have to listen now 

But I don't have a thing to say. 

Average Joe, hero for the average Joe. 

It makes him feel like shit.