Letra de Part Monster
I produce too much of something Not enough of something else But the doctors cannot help me With the puzzle of my healthAnd I'm tired of easy music And I'm tired of pretty girls And I'm tired of being tired And I'm tired of being hurtI am the soldier at the back Who is burdened by his books Though I stare into the mirror It does not tell me how I lookSo I'm shaving in the darkness And I'm turning in my sleep And I'm turning like a monster With a dead man in his teethOh, part-monster Oh, part-monster Oh, part-monster...