Where will you be this afternoon
I cut of all my fingers
No fame I spill my guts and orphaned
Desert isle like orphaned
Big bang
Blink if you can hear me
Box my ears daddy
Box my ears
Hoping is out of style
So look happy
It’s the end of the world
Wiz bang I’ve got a big machine
It’s black and blue
Where will you be this afternoon
Meet me and I’ll spill my guts
Cause I’m open to anything
I’m open for the first time
And you can count the years
Hoping is out of style
So look happy
It’s the end of the world