"Freefalling"
Empty forest, crushed taverns
Cottonmouth because of Saturn
Give in you filth
Give in, you melt
Freefalling from the roof
Losing yet another tooth
You’re so grown up, no more youth
You cry, cancelling out your proof
Freefalling kind of soothes
It’s your cure for the mistaken truth
Grow up, and straighten up
(And) most definitely, fix that attitude
Handrails, mind games
Loose nails, wind tames
The quiver in your lip
You quiver, no more trip
Return to Pluto
Farthest from the Sun, you know
But you’re mature
And we believe that, sure
Soon you’ll be using a cane
To get down the lane
Handicapped, lawsuit slapped
Consequently lapped by a Jap
And that is pretty damn sad
