Go away, leave me alone,
Your emails make my B.P. rise
Time seems to stop, the windows fly
I close them all, I close them all

"I'll make your dreams come true, baby!"
Every time you promise me,
This is fiction not reality,
I'll never give you my money.

Popups catch me unaware,
Filling my screen with nonsense
Everyone I kill brings more
To clutter my pristine screen

CHORUS:
You're a spamfiller and you don't understand
Like quicksand fly e-mails form your hand
I am a spamkiller, why won't your mind expand?
I will stay your soliticious hand.


Tic toc tic toc
Fifty e-mails a night,
Where's that letter my boss sent me?
I hang my head and I'm sure
I slowly go mad.


I'm in a state of mind, and I'm behind
This thing called , a firewall
It reads my emails first and throws yours away

CHORUS 2x
::funky breakdown::

On my sreen there's no place for you
And in my RAM: no space for you
I hope your server gets a virus someday
And now there's nothing left to say.

CHORUS

::big choral finish with harmonies, the chick from l'ame imortelle, and stuff::