Champion - Deputies

Take back your breath, boy.

How could you have so much to say?

The more I drink, boy, the more I want to get away

from you.

All conversations you’ve monopolized.

Congratulations!

You have won the prize.

Number one, champion of the boastful

Of all the people, of all the people.

You don’t understand it You are so full of it

Hands in the air, boy, if you don’t move you won’t get hurt.

I’m not your friend, boy, I’m already drunk by words

you say.

Your mouth is poison.

There’s no antidote.

I need a potion, just a little dose.

Deep respiration, just to calm me down.

I have to calm me down, I have to calm me down.

You don’t understand it You are so full of it

Yo-ou You don’t understand it You are so full of it

You’re so full of it