PROFESSOR X- 22 November 2000
She yaks and yaks
Boy does she suck
Spitting out words
But zilch is all i got
The sand falls ever so slowly
And my vision is getting blurry
Thoughts in shambles
While my stomach's doing the royal rumble
We all sit here like a buncha zombie
Wicked witch of the east won't set us free
Trapped in this prison without bars
With no escape for three hours.