Blacker than tar,
Chance eggs so are,
Born into the world
I will, as a service, carry them far away.

Blacker than tar, disgustingly gross,
Type of egg indeed
But I will, take the honour of granting the name, “You.”

You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Good for nothing at all, nothing at all, at all.
You’re worthless to everything, you are.
Good for nothing at all, nothing at all.
You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Impossible to change, forever wrong.
You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Impossible to change, forever wrong.

Blacker than tar, sky’s hue overhead,
When going out shopping,
“I wish that I were white,” you do blather thoughts.
Are you just dumb?
‘Pure white,’ you think? ‘Fucking die, you moron…’
Is written in your pitch grin, and you don’t see?

You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Good for nothing at all, nothing at all, at all.
You’re good for nothing at all, are you.
Good for nothing at all, nothing at all.
You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Worthless to everything, to everything, you are.
You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Worthless to everything, to everything.
You are, you are, good for nothing and nothing at all.
You are, you are, worthless to everything just so worthless.

You are good for nothing at all, are you.
Good for nothing at all, nothing at all, at all.
You’re good for nothing at all, are you.
Worthless to everything, to everything.

You are, you are…