Don't clap your hands or i'll die in a plane crash

Don't sing along or i'll overdose

I know you want me

Wrapped in plastic

'what a shame, got their first album, i love that song where he goes..'

I'm going to fall apart

In a sea of broken synthesizers

I'm going to walk out while it's still playing

Kick drum, snare drum, kick drum, snare drum

You left us on the bedroom floor with our headphones on

You left ringing in our ears

We saw it coming

I'm sure you knew

We raised you so high, you had to come down

I'm going to fall apart

In a sea of four-track tape hiss

I'm going to walk out while it's still playing

Kick drum, snare drum, kick drum, snare drum, oh