The sun no longer shines on your side
Remember this cold
When the fog won, lift in your town
And you turn old 
I heard you killed your only friend last year
You such a disease
You can buy your other friends
But you can buy me
 [bad word] Disarm, can you hear the British ambulance
Breaking down, trick, bomb still goes 
Tick tick time on by, watching me explode 

When did I create you?
Did you ever destroy me?
Can this be settled with questions?
I can think of anything. 
I  just a little boy with an untrained voice 
But I have cannons for arms
I play the guitar and songs
With hidden missiles and bombs 

Repeat [bad word]