It's an interesting thing that you notice about the self... There isn't one
Is it too soon To pop a cap in its ass The pumpkin will grin 'Til compassion kicks in to pop a cap Is it so hard to put a kiss on its lips Blow it all into space what it is erased To put a kiss
The ground is starting to shake Hold on, it's heaven's birthquake Lots of loving, lots of laughter Thats what the kids are after Bless the bastards
There's a big light Behind a crack in the face I'm pursing my lips for whatever slips Under the crack
The sky is starting to blush Here comes a headless head rush Lots of loving, lots of laughter That's what the kids are after Bless the bastards
The ground is starting to shake Hold on, it's heaven's birthquake The sky is starting to blush Here comes a headless head rush Lots of loving, lots of laughter That's what the kids are after Bless the bastards