Texty: Guided By Voices. Canteen Plums.

Dancing as their chance passed
Promoting national trust
And goose the tunnel for the ditch
Your jokes are swelling whining tracks

It?s a sign of the times
On Sudden Outburst Radio
Feed our egos getting our fill
With the everything I want pill

And [Incomprehensible]
He?s frozen up there on the slips
And so the minors collapse
They waste no time lacking guts

Throwing ashes on the fire
'Cause everybody?s a star
Manifesting hypocrites
In fifty blows, it?s quite relaxing