Fischer's Song -

slap by some boy who lungs for a hug

kiss by some girl who calls you a mug

your dirty is nearly the guy that you know

and you think of antuon duanon

trains are rolling, sound is rolling, people’s strolling

people called you wino, people judge you by first site

surprises awaits you at the right around the block

and you think to yourself what the fuck

woah woah boy

woah woah boy

you’ve got nothing to fear, your shadows disappear you’ve got nothing to fear

woah me boy

your life is in the pagage, some curty capet within

your loneliness is hitting well that someone’s said is offenses

the psychologist’s irony is hardly to tup

as you wishes sir good day and good luck

woah woah boy

woah woah boy

you’ve got nothing to fear, your shadows disappear, you’ve got nothing to fear

woah my boy

woah woah boy

woah woah boy

you’ve got nothing to fear, your shadow’s disappear, you’ve got nothing to fear

woah my boy