Jurgen Q Mudveins is a lunatic,

He suffers from manic depression

Could I perhaps rend you limb from limb now?

Infernal Wretch, why must you blight me so?

Having killed his girlfriend he sat back down

Is it really time to make my metre?

Perhaps instead I’ll meet my maker…

And so it ended with a gunshot, BANG

Death and doom will have to wait, I’m hungry

Sleep deprivation is good for Jurgen

I became what I am through alcohol

A pint race with a German for my name

I am a pathological liar

But how are you to take my word on that?