[Spoken]
Sometimes, we look at the world like one big testicle, waiting to expand with life.  The psychological exports of my future life as a young boy. But some nights, I lie awake crying in foetal position. I feel your pain as if it was my own. I feel it in my femur as much as I feel it in my appendix. But to the naked eye, I look fine. But no-one really knows of the excruciating pain being shot down through my large intestines while I'm festered with guilt and I scream for a better life, for a better world. A world where the sick pleasures are pleading for powerful pity buying sight of the picture of my placenta. Not giving up, not giving in. And that will be the story that not only my grandkids hear, but my third, fourth, and seventh cousins will hear. They will hear... oh...

[Sung]
Oh, oh oh
They will hear