Текст: Jawbreaker. Etc.. Fantastic Planet.

Anything you've gotta say,
just throw it on the floor.
(Hit it up, just pour it out
your newly opened door.
___ ___ steady ___ ___ __
deep inside your heart.
Thrash around inside you.
Maybe you'll ___ ___ ___.

___ ____ a boomerang.
It's ____ ___ ___.)
I want your head up on a pole.
I want to rape your hate.
The world's a ball of agony.
Not many around can stand it.
If you just accept the pain,
it's one fantastic planet.

Here we go.
Push it.
Pull it. Push.
Pull it down.

I am in pieces.
I have come unglued.
You took a chunk of me
with every bad mood.
The wounds are deep.
They may never heal.
You want to know
pain so real.
Ha!

(Fantastic death. Fantastic death.
_______ agony.
Got another fatal job.
___ ___ ___ no more free.
If you want to hide your ____,
just keep it from the plane.
Go ahead but keep in mind,
it burns just the same.)

Here we go.
Push it.
Pull it. Pull it.
Pull it down.

I am in pieces.
I have come unglued.
You took a chunk of me
with every bad mood.
The wounds are deep.
They may never heal.
You want to know
pain so real