| Who’s that knocking upon my door?
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| A witness of God with his sworn and his whore
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| I told them I’m a with, I said I’m gay
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| But that bastards still won’t go away
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| There’s no use starting a big discussion
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| There’s a twisted answer for every question
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| Jesus loves me and wishes me well
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| But if I don’t want him I’ll burn in hell
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| They call you on the phone
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| They knock at your door
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| Approach you with their clipboard
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| When you’re shopping in the store
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| Cold caller person, why can’t you see?
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| Whatever you’re selling is no use to me
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| They call you when you’re eating
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| Or when you in the bath
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| Or when you’re making love
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| That really makes me laugh
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| Why do they find it so amazing?
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| I don’t want double fucking blazing
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| Tell them to piss off, don’t feel mean
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| If you don’t want your windows clean
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| Who’s that now? |
| An insurance man calling
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| Slam the door, shout something appalling
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| Find out their adresses and their telephone numbers
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| Post them on the web and get? |
| asunder
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| Phone them all night and all that shit
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| Annoy them in the streets, see how they like it
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| What’s this spam in my mailbox?
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| Selling viagra and cures for the pox
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| «Enlarge your penis», what kind of that crap
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| Sends a woman a message like that?
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| We’ll start a website, track them down
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| Run the bastards out of town
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| Phone them up, swear and cuss
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| Do to them what they do to us! |