Lyrics:

This is for cows
It's not for the size of me
Into my mouth
Nine-hundred and fourteen
Try some force
Try to lead
The foundling die is close, determinate
Raise head and stop the blood
I'm not even, shout raid

I'm alive
I got the silver
And I wonder
What will you follow?
When your head is not in order
And I'm stomping your little


How can you laugh
How can you lie awake
Making me drive
Making my heart a
Not too fat
Not too lean
The foundling die is close, excitedly
Raise head and stomp the blood
I'm not even, shout raid

All lost to say it all
Going to go far away
Continues to go far
To keep far
To blast a whole way
And in the sound wave
A stool dies

I'm alive
I got the silver
And I wonder
What will you follow?
When your head is not in order
And I'm stomping your little