One, two, three, we'll be free Four, five, stick, show me your magic trick Seven, eight, nine, you will be mine Now you count to ten, me dear stick friend Eleven, twelve, thirteen, why his he so mean Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, what do you mean Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, your hands were never clean Twenty, how many Counting made me tired but I won't kneel Have you already forgotten? I'm still not real Not yet, at least It's time to release the beastAll Rights Reserved