Ice-age heat wave, can't complain. If the world's at large, why should I remain?. Walked away to another plan. Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
Rag weed tall better hope that his ladder don't crack. Or he'll hit the ground low, hard and out of his back. At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well the dead.
We've got everything. We've got everything. We've got everything down to a science so I guess we know everything. We know everything. We know everything.
I guess I am a scout. So I should find a way out. So everyone can find a way out. . They keep us in. To pull us out. I'm rising up. Wish I was sinking down.