Well out of my way
I'll be world champion
I'll be a picnic bench
made of old rotting flesh
mouldy and wet
and on your summer day
I'll be the villain that's pinning you up
feeling in love
feelings above the waist.
No water, no lake.
Beer or smoothie, both taste nice.
Come alive, come alive.
Beer or smoothie, both taste nice.
Come alive, come alive…
…and die