What a cunt this world
What a difficult feeling
To have swift right hand
And never have the left to cover the bleeding
I know, but you know, why let the feeling, show it son
I know, but you know why let it go? So?
Please, you got to give us more time
My God, it's the end of the world
Set phasers to stun
At the heart of the sun
With an ice pick raised
In an arc over what we've done
I know, but you know, why let the feeling, show it son
I know, but you know why let it go? So?
Please, you got to give us more time
My God, it's the end of the world
Put my hopes beside the river, lay them down
Let the water hold them under
Please, you got to give us more time
My God, it's the end of the world