Are we gone? (Yeah) Come on yeah, we know we're gone.

Take all your reasons and take them away, to the middle of nowhere and on your way home

Throw from your window your record collection

They all run together and never make sense

But that's how we like it and that's all we want:

Something to cry for and something to hunt.

It's a little too late, too late, too late for this
Isn't it a little too late for this?

You know you had a permanent piece

Of my medium-sized American heart.

So don't wear your watch when you're out with the cunts

You can break what you have but the rest of it's mine.