J. Smith

There's a man on the street
And he looks at his feet from his window
And he swears at the sun
And he curses the moon for his shadow
OH-OH-OH
Take a leaf from his book,
Take a thread from his suit
He's a new man
And he prays to his god
That he reaps his reward
For his new plan
Oh, the mould has been cast
The radio's in the bath
YEAH YEAH YEAH
Salve, pia anima
Labor tuus nunc ad terminum
Sed, per deos, vade retro!
Nomen nusquam video
Carbo in culo in aeternitatem
Placet Satanae te vedere!