The idiot is back again.

Look away when he makes an appearance.
Wishing he could understand.

Deep inside, he knows it's an inconvenience.

Only drinking homemade wine.

Further warning, might be time to get away.
Finally, I picked up the language,

now I can understand what they're saying.
What it is,
it's wadidis.

Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.

He's screaming like a child again.

Heaven opened up and pissed on his parade.
Born into a different plan.

In the bed he made, in the world he made.

Only drinking homemade wine.

Hearing voices, might be time to get away.
Finally, I picked up the language,

now I can understand what they're saying.
What it is,
it's wadidis.

Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.
Finally found out for myself.
Finally found out for myself again.