We cold boot the brain stem We start to get pissed We're turning into creatures That hardly ever exist
And every one of us must win at last Like in the future, like in the past Every one of us must win at last And every one of us must win at last Like in the future, like in the past Every one of us must win at last
We're gross and fundamental And we're stuck by fairy lights We throw ourselves off the edge Of an intricate appetite
We're a wonderland We're a merry-go-round And the morning after We're garbage on the ground