St. Louis song. Something is wrong. I kill that man. From your own shoulders down. And here comes an empty. People look at each other like me. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. 'Cause there's nothing. Here to be-e-e-e-e. St. Louis song. Where has the good thing gone. Dreaming himself to hell. Stuck in his good cell. He's still trying to suffer. Left handed sto-o-o-p. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. Oohoooh. Oohoooh. Oohoooh. Oohoooh. I'm not trying to suffer. Left handed sto-o-o-p. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here. I don't wanna be. I don't want to be he-here