The State of Art is still on fire
and it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
who do I go to see now that they're not around?

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin rope

R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC

During the day I'm diggin ditches
but bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receding pages

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin rope

R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC

When they split up I swear I did not fuckin know
I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin rope

R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC
R.I.P. RFTC