man look at all speechbubbles of the men that believe in god 'oh please dear lord lemme find a girl of my own'
we're all just stuck in paper maché dolls in a play that we don't get and we don't wanna get out of (and) we'll never get out of
the curtains are drawn, and the podium is about to collapse and the lights are flashing 'F-U-C-K-Y-O-U' in morse code,
'F-U-C-K-Y-O-U' in morse code
'F-U-C-K-Y-O-U' in morse code
'F-U-C-K-Y-O-U' in morse code

Nothing's hid from us junk yard kids
Nothing's hid from us junk yard kids
Nothing's hid from us junk yard kids
... us junkyard kids