I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly. Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes. And the children gather 'round to lap it up. And the children gather 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round.
We'll book this tour, it'll be oh, oh, oh so good. We're gonna steal your guarantee, shit. . Oh, steer clear, we're on a wicked path. We've got plans, wicked plans.