Johnny stumbles, Johnny falls under slogans off the wall He sees where's the sense, he says "call me Mister Malcontent" A waste of space and alcohol, drinking rain and eating soil And slogans off the wall cannot express him at all Cut off my nose despite my face and I will not more longer wait Or should I laugh or should I cry? Or should I part my hair behind? Or should I laugh or should I cry as I become all I despise?