[ Featuring the Bum Cigs ]
Stuck inside of my head
There is a spinning top
I placed it there one night in bed
But now I can't seem to make it stop
And all of my lovely friends,
They want to know where this ends
But now I've seen every side
And I know how this goes
It's not a question of where (No)
But a question of when
I know I wasn't made for this world
So I will meet you in the next
I know I wasn't made for this world
So I will see you in the next
