Here I'm coming
A wound on my side
A crown made of spines
My cross on the back but it's alright
There's no real secrets
Just bashing myself
French bashing myself
Take it easy
There's nothing I can say
You didn't say before
You've got Elvis Presley
We've got a fake one
Like everything else
Like even myself
I'm faking my stupid self
Here I'm coming
Here I'm coming
Here I'm coming
Here I'm coming
