I walked into a room full of corpses
The room all smelled like flowers
There were Nikes on their feet
Hail and smile under the cloth

I gazed into the souls of all the horses
Who jumped off all the bridges in those wild western days
spaceship made of death

Do.
Re.
Mi Fa So La Ti
Do, Re, and Me.

I gave into the needs of all my masters
Man is the [bad word] is a [bad word] [bad word] band,
And they hate Thomas Lens 

I fell into a coffin full of orphans
They all had been slaughtered by a website-making man
With music in his heart

Do.
Re.
Mi Fa So La Ti
Do, Re, and Me [x3]