Return to sender,
I've fallen off the hint of suggestion,
Unlearning the strange devices of the world.
It's the end of the earth,
Or something like it,
The great [bad word] has arrived.

We are holding our hands towards the sun,
Sit [bad word] on, sit down,
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town.

Return to sender,
Carried straight from the womb to the grave,
Your eyes have been paled to emptiness.
All things have been carved out by the unceasing haunts
Of this, the Great Manipulator

Holding of our hands upwards and around
The eclipsing sun has [bad word] Empty and automatic.
Sit [bad word] on, sit down,
Let's break out the shotguns, we're going to town.

You've given us user-friendly grenades

So just what are you trying to say?