When you are young they kick you in the head
And when you grow up they're still fucking with your head
And when I found out what it was I didn't want
I start to run and I start to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well
There a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
So when I was young it didn't make any sense
And when I grew up it made just as little sense
So when I found out what it was I didn't want
I got new amour and I started to hunt
'Cause at the bottom of the well there a seed is a pit and it
Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit
'Cause I'm made of gold, brass
And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass
Fun world, fun world