Unstable, yes, but I'd like to express My ideas with tact and no interruption You're running a faucet to a sink that's clogged Survivors won't drink it, they have a story That drowns your sad excuse you're holding on to It's overdue We haven't even made a consolation What the hell was all of that for So where's your pen and where's your paper Stay away You bring nothing to this world but hate Take all of your money You can build yourself a rocket To fly yourself to space, You've been banished You can take what's on your back Yea that is all that you would get You say you wouldn't do the same Yea you'd do worse Stay away You bring nothing to this world but pain We haven't even made a consolation What the hell was all of that for A quarter century all for nothing Stay away You bring nothing to this world but hate