He’s a jazzman, playin' saxophone to stand he’s made of flesh and bones. I just have nobody, I don't need to have a body. I just have my music, I don't care you say "Fuck you sick!". Yeah, what you see and what you piss is not my deal, ‘cause I will fly high in the sky within my tears. If you think it's cool I will think you're just a fool. Music is my life, music will not let me die. Jazz!