Lyrics

In the depths of my soul, a tempest of anxieties doth rage... Worry is a dagger piercing the fragile fabric of my composure... O! How do I tremble, as the shadows of fear envelop my weary spirit... (instrumental intro) Oh Lord... What have I done? Have you dear God forsaken me? Have the bad devils won? Who made me fart in the elevator with the Queen... Oh noooooooooo!!! Oh la la la. Oh my God I'm so dead. Oh la la la. She had her sister beheaded. For wearing jeans on a sunday. What will happen to me? Wooooow. I messed up badly. I have to leave. With Don Pedro Dellapadritopiatllamontenuovadedrigo !!!