| They say you’ll never get it |
| Not a single mark |
| I got my old habits |
| I has no charm |
| Who’s gonna hit the bottom first |
| Crippled and |
| Hand up heart out |
| See you’re a part of us |
| Give her a blank receiver |
| Then what’s left to hunt |
| I have no guarding shivers |
| To lean on |
| Who’s gonna hit the bottom first |
| Crippled and |
| Hand up heart out |
| See you’re a part of us |
| When I saw you |
| I knew that I would dream about you |
| Can I call you |
| There’s nothing I would rather do |
| When I saw you |
| I knew that I would dream about you |
| Can I call you |
| There’s nothing I would rather do |
| I was a girl or was I |
| Was I rope and tie |
| I kept off the herd |
| I never thought I’d die |
| Who’s gonna hit the bottom first |
| Crippled and |
| Hand up heart out |
| See you’re a part of us |
| All the birds of color |
| And the heart attacks |
| No matter time keeps grinning |
| And there’s no way back |
| Who’s gonna hit the bottom first |
| Crippled and |
| Hand up heart out |
| Who’s been worn out |
| When I saw you |
| I knew that I would dream about you |
| Can I call you |
| There’s nothing I would rather do |
| When I saw you |
| I knew that I would dream about you |
| Can I call you |
| There’s nothing I would rather do |