i am biting into your throat and the / blood gushes out like / a pinata. candy and fruit. the fourth of / july! / fireworks / boom! boom! boom! / cry! / police lights. / sirens. you and i - or, well i guess it's just - / i hang onto the sound / hand onto the ground / red stained and proud. go get me my crown. / baby never goes down, / head into town / where the people, they crowd / and the people, they loud / and the only thing they shout is /Â "hit 'em with a roundabout!"
hold my hand / stranger in a strange land / kick our feet in the sand / dude, i've got you outmanned / you never even planned / so stop where you stand / hands covered in leather, so tanned / where your hatred was fanned / you need not command / the answer was sure-canned / and as the record clearly states "win: to the best man"
cut you with / a two inch stick / it left a small nick / on the side, on your hip / you could say it's a trick / you could say that you tripped / took a tumble and tipped / and the stick missed your lip / that you can't do a flip / this ain't a problem to nip / its a trap, it's a trick. / and it's only your hip.