I want to, I want to be someone else or I’ll explode
Floating upon the surface for
The birds, the birds, the birds

You want me, well fucking well come and find me
I’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

You want me, well, come on and break the door down
You want me, fucking come on and break the door down
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready