Now lemme tell you a story
A bag a' bones in his pocket
All these beauties in solid motion
All those beauties, gonna swallow you up
I-We come to take you home
And when they split those atoms
Blood is a special substance
They gonna pray for that man
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
What's that? Who's driving?
Where we goin'? Who knows?
I-We come to take you home
How many people do you think I am
Pretend I am somebody else
You can pretend I'm and old millionaire
A millionaire washing his hands
Rattle the bones, dreams that stick out
A medical chart on the wall
Soft violence and hands touch your throat
Ev'ryone wants to explode
And when your hands get dirty
Don't have a window to slip out of
Click click- see ya later
Beta beta- no time to rest
Pika pika- risky business
All that blood, will never cover that mess.
What's that, who's driving
I-We come to take you home
I-We come to take you home