Testo Under A Rock

Where did I come from where have I been How did I spent my youth to become like this You can't believe it, but I swear it's true all my decadence I made by myself I come out in the rain I like it in the mud My nature is filth and my mind is dirt I do corrupt your soil I got a pale face no need for the sun I live under a rock I live in the shades I live underground I live a secret life Under a rock Under a rock Under a rock Under a rock Anytime, anywhere I spend my days but I like it here.