high [bad word] and poorly hung
i think we're much too young
i hear a sound from your left lung
a melody so beautifully sung
sarcasm spread your wings
what sweet joy it brings
 [bad word] home" the whole town sings
they will greet us like kings
to everyone's delight
we crash at the speed of light
so deep in the whitest white
this could have been our burial site

well ok
and i am here for the loyalist
i wanna see his face
ok i am here for the loyalist
this is the nesting place
ok ok ok

high [bad word] and poorly hung
i think we're much too young
i hear a sound from your left lung
a melody so beautifully sung

well ok
and i am here for the loyalist
i wanna see his face
ok i am here for the loyalist
this is the nesting place
ok ok ok
well ok ok ok