| It's an easy beat of nothing | |
| And we don't need no guitars. | |
| We can run and sing and wreak our cars. | |
| Be careful of the judge inside | |
| His gavel and his stand collide. | |
| But he's only guilty of what's wrong. | |
| Now you can take a feather and pull it from your hat. | |
| You murder all the liars who say they're about to die. | |
| Oh die, die, die, die. | |
| You know that you'll die, die, die, die | |
| I won't let you die, die, die | |
| Oh....... | |
| They tell you time and time again | |
| It's now or never | |
| But a bird flying out with the breeze | |
| It's a damn good reason | |
| For the change of season | |
| We all lost our dog now | |
| To the hunter and the fog now | |
| Either it's asleep or it's lying | |
| Well, there are many things that | |
| I would love to turn you on to | |
| Underneath the sun, but we are cool | |
| Oh, cool, cool, cool, cool | |
| You know that we're cool, cool, cool | |
| Oh....... | |
| They tell you time and time again | |
| It's now or never | |
| But a bird flying out with the breeze | |
| It's a damn good reason | |
| For the change of season | |
| Just take what you can | |
| Like a chicken in the pan | |
| You're bound to drop it | |
| Just doing what you can |