(R. Pollard). . This is called "the coming of age". Coming into town with the giggling faggots. Starting blizzards and other weird weather patterns. We participate in the shit.
Björk. I close the door. . Einar. I close the door. . Björk. Shouldn't burn yet. . Einar. No it won't. . Björk. But the wires get hotter. . Einar. It's sure to get hotter.
I'm sittin' with Nelly. In front of the telly. I'm fillin' my belly. With a bottle of wine. Goin' with Kelly. To the cross-country rally. Up to Chez Nelly.