{These are my best guesses on this one.  Take them for what they are--
  what it sounds like.  I've heard that it might just be "reggie 
  gibberish" or "frustrated gibberish", in Jonathan's words}

  There you are alone
  With no hope of ever having something to be proud of
  Something earned without begging
  Yes, I know you're a person, a person close to me
  Who do you think you are?  What more do you want from me?!
    Ball Tongue!
 -You got the dykes off, I think they'll mind me
    Ball Tongue!
 -The rag I'm on, we are justified
    Ball Tongue!
 -Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
    Ball Tongue!
  What have you done for me?!

  Why are you at home buried in your own self pity?
  Why do you insist on living the life clean out of me?
  Yes, I know you're the person, the person that took down me
    [...the person that could tell me]
  Does it give you the right to inspect your life revolves around me?!
    Ball Tongue!
 -You have come to take from your buddy
    Ball Tongue!
 -You have never been so funky
    Ball Tongue!
 -The higgle got sick of me
    Ball Tongue!
 -Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
    Ball Tongue!
 -You're drug addicted from me  [Your brother took it from me]
    Ball Tongue!
 -Unidentified enemy [in my mind]
    Ball Tongue!
 -Come fucking back to save us and gave up
    Ball Tongue!
 -They've come to deliver me  [come down, think to me]

    You were my brother
  Where does our friendship end?
  I'm not going to give in

  How can you fuck'n doubt me, but not again

    Ball Tongue!
 -They've driven right by my friends
    Ball Tongue!
 -They've taken the take above me
    Ball Tongue!
 -They're a psychopath [psycho munky]
    Ball Tongue!
 -They've come to enslave me
    Ball Tongue!
 -They've jacken themselves onto me
    Ball Tongue!
 -Your fuck'n gangster signs
    Ball Tongue!
 -They've come not to save them, but they take
    Ball Tongue!
 -Fuck'n death to fuck'n me

  You're psychopaths {repeated}

    Ball Tongue!
 -Berome's dead at the tecnodrome
    Ball Tongue!
 -You're right, he's dead, tear gas dropped, but who was it?
    Ball Tongue!
 -it doesn't of the rhythm of the damn monger
    Ball Tongue!
 -Can I die?!  Can I die?!
    Ball Tongue!
 -And then, the man kept kick'n me
    Ball Tongue!
 -He gets him on, they're cool
    Ball Tongue!
 -He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on the head
    Ball Tongue!
 -No more, he's rid of you.  You're a Dyke!

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