I feel like I've been blown apart, there are pieces here
I don't know where they go, I don't know where they go
Kiss me on my salty lips, I bet you feel a little crazy
But for me, we'll be famous on TV

Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it
And turn you upside down, don't want to waste it

I tried to talk to you
Can't get past the weather
The friend I thought I knew
found somethin', somewhere better
So I'm hanging on your line
Thought we could speak together
Tell me what it is with you, you seem gone forever

I'm spendin' all my time driving round fakin' clever
With a girl who seems all right and another one who's better [Navi: "HEY!"]
I don't know if I lied when I said we're not together
But I try to talk to you, somehow you seem gone

[SIMULTANEOUSLY:] I know what could have been. Try not to think about it
Found it hard to live with this, and longed to live without it /
I jump up on you, you jump on me, you push me out
And even though you know I love you [Navi: "LISTEN!"]
I'd be inclined to slap you in the mouth

When I kiss your salty lips
You will feel a little crazy but for me, I'll be famous on TV...

Or maybe just on Radio, with
More hits and Kicks than a chicken in KaKariko.
She thinks I'm on the narrow straight arrow, but I got one on the
down-low tomorrow.
We go an hour in the shower, milling flour in our tower on a cold, stormy morning (according to the recording they make on the accordion).
Eleven years younger, seven centimetres longer, give or take the cake, pop a diamond to leaven your fake snake for a minute.
Be in it, bin it, sing it out like an ocarina Macarena tied to your trigger finger.
Linger in the shadow of a temple. Don't go dental or mental.
I peddle metal like it's nobody's business. I need a fucking witness. So can I get a witness?
I got this fucking hitlist like it's arm's length with a bayonet at the extremity; and in my other hand the borderline of bestiality.

- Girl won't leave me alone. Throw me a bone, I only got one heart, in containment of a HAZMAT zone.
Driving round, unsound, unwound. Like Macbeth up in the attic of the Suicide-o-Matic:
Out, out, brief Candle. This Life is just a poor Player,
Signifying Nothing: so I'm hanging on your line...

Thought we could speak together
Tell me what it is with you, you seem gone...
forever.

(I'm trying to talk to you...)

[SIMULTANEOUSLY:]

I'm spendin' all my time driving round fakin' clever
With a girl who seems all right and another one who's better
I don't know if I lied when I said we're not together
But I try to talk to you, somehow you seem gone/
Would it be my fault if I could turn you on?
Would I be so bad if I could turn you on?
When I kiss your mouth, I want to taste it
And turn you upside down, don't want to waste it

Valentine:
"That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man,
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman."

[Mash-up chorus repeats twice]

[Navi: "LISTEN! LISTEN! LISTEN!"]