Divorced

Are you really gonna kiss my floor, son?
Are you really gonna keep me a fighter?
Are you really gonna get my shoes off?
Are you really gonna get my Chinza?
I've had enough.

Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a dark'nin' centre
And your death will profit off me
And I'm goin' and I'm goin' and goin' and I'm runnin' I'm goin.

Aaaaaaarrghh.

I went away
And nothin' violent passed my fist
And the tomato just gone to peel fruit
And none of me remember all or nothing
They had to understamp us
I've got a church bomb and a download
And don't forget y'all to run away
Agree to the thing now that you'd never say.

Let them pretend I have a dorsal
This is him and there's a siren turnin'
And holds a darkening' centre
And I know that I'm runnin' hard
Sfdherh ephgeewfnmn sdnujnefw.

Aaaaaaarrghh.

Around 13:30 into the song, this conversation takes place]

What about Ryan?
No, he blew it, he lost the number for the girl he met down here
Oh,and Adam said she's a beauty.
She's the one who has that fucked up voice.
Is she a rocket scientist?
The fuckin...she has a voice like a fuckin' modem dude!
Sounds perfect!
Immatates a chick with a voice like a modem sayin' some weird
Gibberish...(you have to hear it)
(laughs heavely)
Then he got to work up there, you know Ryan gets off at work,i
Guess to show that he has a dick.
(laughs again)