I'm down on the floor, there's a man on the door. He won't let me in 'cause he thinks he's the law. He'll give me shout when he's figured it out. Gotta pick up myself, what am I waiting for?.
Buy a junk?, delay that moon?, you think we feel the need to prove. That we play the fucking tunes, while you're the one that's fucking you. Now if you'd ever spared a day, at these things that don't fucking go away.