I am a rebellious goon, Nothing but a heap of cynical delicate dune. I get blow away by the wind here and there, And then looking at the sky I mournfully glare. I am a rebellious goon, I dont know, where I will be soon.... With no joy nor despair, I wander here and there. Why I am such a fool, i cant say, Resentful, bitter and cold, here i lay. I know no words and any wordly game, Still here i am playing it, with no apparent shame. I am surely a rebellious goon, Hoping to become tamed soon.