I was the guard in the rations room Hungry as a hippopotamus The favorite child of some loony tunes The scoundrel of my inheritance. For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather I want to check if I heard you right I want you to swear on your mama and Jesus For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather - I was not Promiscuous as a thought, The lingua franca of the heart After drinking ourselves blind Feelingly we proceeded For all those on the shoes of truth I thought I was the heaviest breather Huffing and puffing The swan song of the nothing I am not what I once was Under her kindness