Songtext von The Grub

Hurt me, wallop me, slap me, scold me I want pain, I deserve punishment If that's the best you can do I'll take my business elsewhere Wound me with your sally-stick Make me feel better? None of it, I tell you! Who do you think you are sir? Imposing your healing potions upon me I've a good mind to pour salt in my wounds My young fellow Hit me with a hammer, spit on me Urinate on my face For I am worthless, you idiot