I just wanna thank you for the treat of defeat

Yup you got me cornered in a dump truck

If you hear it driving past you can wave goodbye

Cause the world’s a stage where population judges

Slammed their hammers down

Cause they don’t like my sound

Yeah now I’ve joined the queue of dole bludgers

My mixer’s up in smoke now I look the joke

Yeah I’m Pancaked on the ground

Never though I’d say it but

I quit