This gentleman feels too cold towards the world   Though his baby thinks he's just a bit over-grown   He's got a clear view of with who to stick   And of the language that his friends should speak      He won't care 'bout the please or your loving eye   Or for what his mother prays   You should wake and think of how to shut   His bloody mouth      'Cause this gentleman has no time for you to talk   You know a shaved head often gets too cold   And if I get involved in a tragic crash tomorrow   Well, I hope that then you'll know      He won't care 'bout the please or your loving eye   Or for what his mother prays   You should wake and think of how to shut      He won't care 'bout the please or your loving eye   Or for what his mother prays   You should wake and think of how to shut   His bloody mouth