Lyrics:

The state of art is still on fire
And it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
Who do I go to see now that they're not around?

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope

R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc

During the day I'm diggin' ditches
But bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receding pages
Wanna make me smile? Take me to San Diego

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope

R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope

R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc

R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc
R.i.p. rftc