Текст:
I been in a rut, ducked off from the sun
Bit my gun with my black gold gums
I'm no fun, I'm no fun
Blood run marathons down my chest (down my chest—!)
I'm a mess, ain't nobody gonna clean up
Bulletproof your limousine
I been in the, market for a brand new soul
Daddy hit a brand new low
Better yet, another agoraphobic episode
Here we go again, here we go again, here we go
Cut me up to little pieces like you're Ed Poe
Let me rest in pieces underneath the floorboards
Planet on fire, no fucks given
I'ma let us all die, let us all die, really I