We cold boot the brain stem
We start to get pissed
Were turning into creatures
That hardly ever exist

And every one of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Every one of us must win at last
And every one of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Every one of us must win at last

Were gross and fundamental
And were stuck by fairy lights
We throw ourselves off the edge
Of an intricate appetite

Were a wonderland
Were a merry-go-round
And the morning after
Were garbage on the ground