I couldn't do what they asked of me

So I cut off my hands

Yeah, I cut off my hands

Ripped up some muscle

To build some new tissue

To meet my demands

Yeah, to meet my demands

Ain't got no space

In a crowded place, yeah

It ain't got no space

Yeah, it's gone without a trace, yeah

So tip me over and pour me out

Show me what your bong water's all about

Sometimes I think

That I'm made up of worms, yeah

Takes a toll to admit

That I'm full of dirt, yeah

Well that's okay

Ra-ah-aah

A-R-G-E-N-T-I-N-A

Up on your feet, and then

Down on your back

For a day

Sometimes I think

That I'm made up of worms, yeah

Takes a toll to admit

That I'm full of dirt, yeah

Well that's okay

Ra-ah-aah