Bi-tter fish in crude oil sea; you don't have to bo-ther me. You just have to join in on this song. Craw-ling peo-ple on your knees; don't take this so se-riou-sly. You just have to hum it all day long. To dine a-lone to build a pri-vate zone; or tri-gger a sy-napse and free us from our traps You won't see me turn my back; with my head a-gainst my stack. Spi-nning deep and bro-ken o-pen skin. O-ffi-cial iron-men you are free; cha-mpi-ons o-ffi-cial-ly, but you won't catch me on an o-pen chin. To dine a-lone to build a pri-vate zone; or tri-gger a sy-napse and free us from our traps Knock out pu-nches for the freaks; ha-ppy li-ttle ba-bies with red cheeks. You will rock them ge-ntly out of synch. Co-nfir-ma-tions through the wire; spi-tting gas in-to the fire. Am I a-lso wor-thy of a drink? To dine a-lone to build a pri-vate zone; or tri-gger a sy-napse and free us from our traps