Tekster: Breeders. Oh!.

Oh, last flight, get lost in the moss
And oh, oh, fall in the neon mine
Push me down, push me down, push me down

Still rolling in the stones, run to the log that's rotten
And oh, oh, your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down, push me down, push me down

Run to the log that's rotten, your soft belly bossing lows
Push me down, push me down, push me down