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 stomp the blood

I'm not even sound raide



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 to lean /

The foundling die, is close excitedly

Raise head and stomp the blood

I'm not even soundly