Where will, where will you be this afternoon
I cut off all my fingers
No fame, I spill my guts
Like orphaned desert isle
Like orphaned

Big bang
Blink if you can hear me
Box my ears, daddy
Box my ears
Box my ears, daddy
Box my ears

Hoping is out of style
So look happy
It's the end of the world
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
You can count the years
Count the years
Count the years

Hoping is out of style
So look happy
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world