When did it begin?   And will it ever end?   The way you take the muscle from the song   And kinda swing it   You lay it on   And I ain't one of your friends   You're losing all the green   And now you say it   Now why would that be me?   And why would I agree?   To keep it in my head   And what you think is cold   It's the nature of my soul   Sorry man,   I aint gonna be told   Let it all be.      I wonder why   you put this on me   I speak my mind   Its sorta funny   I'm violent with the hands in my head   They kinda move   But movin gets me nowhere   Now you can all decide   And you can tell your lies   But who you call your friends   And what you think is cold   It's the nature of my soul   Sorry man,   I aint gonna be told   Let it all be.         "I stood there in the middle of the...   ...if i could see anything but all I could see was...   beer...a collectible...(I'm a bookworm)...   ...$450 a room where I stayed......   ...Nazi's...my life nothing ever prepared me for...   ...since my...moved in...   ...not to take pity on a poor soul   and I haven't since once spilled beer but now I have...   ...I've never seen...addicted to my super beer...   have a proper ending/it's ended."         Tangle it in the ends   Heart in hand   Lookin for the blood   Of the White Man   Lookin for the day   When I can be an Indian   After all this time   I get my revenge   But I, I aint no Indian   I have to kill   With what I can   Dream of their fall, dream of their death