I remember having seen this Mr. Beat somewhere before
Sitting in the subway to the point of no return
Obviously he seems to be a rather melancholic person
Staring into nowhere trapped in Ingmar Bergman´s films
Hey Mr. Beat! What was the reason for your ecstasy?
"Boy, I don't know."
Hey Mr. Beat! Where is your sense for all this tragedy?
"Boy, I don't know."
Hey Mr. Beat! Tell us about your lack of sympathy for...
"So, so and so."
Please, Mr. Beat! Why did you mention a conspiracy?
"I really don't know."
I remember having seen this Mr. Beat sometime before,
Dressed up as a superhero they used to call "Loserboy".
Obviously he seems to have the same spleen as Cassandra:
He sees and hears what other people never ever recognize.
Hey Mr. Beat! Why do you talk with such vulgarity?
"Boy, I don't know."
Well, Mr. Beat, why is your life such a catastrophy?
"Boy, I don't know."
Hey Mr. Beat! Why do you act with such [bad word] 
"So, so and so."
Please, Mr. Beat! Why didn't you switch to normality?
"I really don't know, but let me tell you something..."
I was walking down the sidewalk of old Humpty-Dumpty-Street,
As this guy was laughing at me, standing there and eating sweets.
He went out to look for trouble so I shot him in the head:
Surprise, surprise, he dropped down dead.
It is more than just a passion to end other peoples lifes,
It's a heavenly posession, it's a high-speed-psycho-ride.
Put your finger on the trigger, pull the trigger and it's done:
Surprise, surprise, I don't mind that you're gone, no.