Johnny stumbles, Johnny falls under slogans off the wall
He sees where's the sense, he says "call me Mister Malcontent"
A waste of space and alcohol, drinking rain and eating soil
And slogans off the wall cannot express him at all

Cut off my nose despite my face and I will not more longer wait
Or should I laugh or should I cry? Or should I part my hair behind?
Or should I laugh or should I cry as I become all I despise?