Letras
It's our birthplace so we always keep it inside
Go find your garden, harvest dirty bloody golden seeds
We haven't talked about each other's past and now and future
All I can say is just, Let's make the stupid corn pop
When we fall to the ground, we realize
How perfect the shape of mess we've made
Down the street and tell somebody
Thanks for ruining my life, now pops
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na