And I'm standing up in my practice room
I'm all alone
Speakers on the spoon
And my new Gibson and
Oh what the hell...

Things are not so different in my vocal master
You are the face that launched one thousand shits
Quakes and trojans and a thousand shits
The shits eying the shores of asia minor
Lining all the shores of asia minor
You can tell that im not a minor in asia no more
I'm standing up

This is the face that launched a thousand shits
I'm standing up
This is the face that launched one thousand shits
This is the face that shot
You'll never have replaced
Splitting up his kids to 3 seperate parts
For his sons and the 3 separate hearts