Lyrics:

Bit louder now, okay
A-one, two, three, four

You are first
Went to get us cursed
Passing car
Do the thoughts

We cheat the eye
And love is good
What's
I'll set you on your way and

I hope?you?find?your suburb
With someone?made for you
Wife-swapping?is your future
There's nothing you can do, no, oh

What's of when
We were thought unknown
She puts the plants
And it's good, called home

The little one
Wants to know it's name
Put a rubber on
It will go, go, go, away and

I hope you find your suburb
With someone made for you
Wife-swapping is your future
Ther?'s nothing you can do, no, no

And change

I hope you find your
And something com?s of it
With all the thoughts and shitty
Parts, who comes for it, oh-oh-oh
One more time
I hope you get to Heaven
With thoughts all
There's nothing worse than feeling
There's nothing worse than that, no, no, oh

Keep going