You know everybody's scared, everybody better beware. Scared of spiders, scared of rats, scared of being crossed by cats. Scared of everything that moves and things with cloven hooves.
Ain't a hope in hell. Nothing's gonna bring us down. The way we fly. Five miles off the ground. Because we shoot to kill. And you know we always will.
Hammer pounding in my heart, I think it's gonna burst,. Spring unwinding in my head, I don't know which is worse,. I hear you talking but the words are kinda strange,.