all I ever wanted, was to play catchy toons with my balalaika

and yet, life gave me a bloody banjo


one rainy day in anger I threw my banjo straight into the flames, until its ashes remained

now I wither away thinking what if that banjo did deserve a chance

now everybody set their eyes on me and took a minute long glance

deep as this story was, it was important and so I delivered it fast

but what is its depth really compared to the ocean vast


every day I play cs and open a case

and one day in those cases I found a bass

this bass, it gave me power, it was truly a gift from Gabe

in the bottom of the bass there was a tag and it said "to the hairiest of apes"


again filled with rage, I quit cs and went on with my day