I trample your flowers. I piss in your bed.
I make you wait hours and gatecrash your head.
I make you wear war paint. I get you thrown out.
And I will find stillness in the slaughterhouse ...

[chorus] ... and fly it solo so.

Gonna get me a boom box. Gonna listen to pink pop
gonna get my skeleton white shirt
my old jeans and chain lock ...

[chorus] ... [refrain] ...

Take your heart from your soul move yourself so you can feel so close.