Текст: Matthew Good Band. Beautiful Midnight. Giant.

K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success

Shake me, I'm waiting
In your new arc, they're saying
I'm the creature in your sick thing
Everybody sees a giant

When the bad moon in your heart sings
And your wind up gears, start grinding
Your teeth feel you smiling
A better, happier you, a better, happier you

When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform, your beautiful is
We carry on like it's easy
Like you're all out and I'm your man, baby, I'm your man

Hit me, I'm bleeding
In your lounger, on your grooming
It's the future that's whoring
The better, happier you, a better, happier you

When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform, your beautiful is
We carry on like it's easy
Like you're all out, I'm your man, baby, I'm your man

When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform, your beautiful is
We carry on like it's easy
Like you're all out, I'm your man, baby, I'm your man

When you blow out like a dead star
It reminds me how uniform, your beautiful is
We carry on like it's easy
Like you're all out, I'm your man, baby, I'm your man

K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S, that's the way we spell success
K I C K A S S