There’s a killer on the loose
and his name is Me.
Me is selfish and mean,
lies, cheats and steals,
drinks and drives,
and shakes his fist at God.
Me smiles to your face
while stabbing you in the back.
Me rapes and murders love and respect.
Me doesn’t care who he hurts.
Me only cries for himself.
Me thinks he’s got the world in his hands.
But Me is a miserable, wretched soul.
I feel sorry for Me,
but I will never respect or trust him.