shake the rug outside (to be chanted vigorously)

In the world of blame I
gnaw on my enemy’s skull I
bite off his nose I
spit it in his face I

am a devil from hell I
wake up and say No I

fall into calm I
don’t know what to do I
sit and look at my navel I
notice a little lint I

am a sweet little angel I
spread my wings and sing I

start to clean the house I
put on The Grateful Dead I
shake the rug outside I
listen to the birds I

am a sweet little angel I
spread my wings and sing I

shower my body clean I
put on fresh new clothes I
don’t know who I am I
look for some i.d. I

see my enemy’s face I
feel for my nose I
sigh with relief I
donwannadothatagin I

donwannadothatagin I
donwannadothatagin I

STOP!