Lyrics:

Filling up your winning tin from spinning
Giving into villains, aid the feeling
You're killing
You're still it
Slash and burn the building of your fire (I'm land-locked)
Finding out the hard way (I finally found)
What it's sunny for during the day
Count up all the ways you can drew meaning
On legal pads like British fads or leaning
You've seen it
So free it
Pouring in the proper path, no pressure (I'm pregnant)
Feeling out the bitter life
Go ride your phony, phony
Fall like the falling leaves of all the rest of us
So later on, you can point and laugh
Point and laugh at all the rest of us
When you pull out like a compass weight

Frail

Singing