Dess, it's your ride
Get your pedals out and lay them in your room,
We found your man,
He's drinking up, he's eggscellent,
And he'll drive
He's volunteered with grace to end your life
He'll tidy up
It's sad to hold, but leave your guitar to us
You explode
You snowflake, you tiny boat with oars
Feather oars
The world revolves and pours and pours...