Kohlhaas (can't get no satisfaction)

I can't take it anymore. Really, I've had enough, I'm about to burst. I've had enough. If I met a worthless fat man who wasn't completely on top of his game, I'd throw him in the dung and put my foot on his copper face. I'd beat the hell out of him, turn him to kindling, stomp him to a pulp, tear his arms off, play drums with them, and teach him the proper way to play the flute—if I wanted to, I could... But of course I won't. My sense of justice...