Blank walls in a restaurant bathroom
Black marker though just a pen would do
Small words and simple poetry
Say what you want to say
In just the perfect way
And all the people say:

Kokamantratarius
Hero for the average Joe
It makes him feel like
POW! BLAM! YEAH!
Fire in the hole!
Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl

Cracked tiles and cold white cinder blocks
Soon wear his words
It’s like a diarrhea diary for men
He’s like a Robert Frost if Robert Frost had been
Strange and nefarious and ungregarious
The road less traveled is for Kokamantratarius

Kokamantratarius
Hero for the average Joe
It makes him feel like
POW! BLAM! YEAH!
Fire in the hole!
Kokamantratarius above the toilet bowl

Here I stand with pete in hand
I’m hoping that you’ll understand
That all my life I’ve been a freak,
Afraid to laugh, afraid to speak
But now you’ll have to listen to me
Now you’ll have to listen to me,
Now you’ll have to listen now
But I don’t have a thing to say

Average Joe, hero for the average Joe
It makes him feel like shit