Tekster: Channel 3. CH3. Just On You.

Saturday burned like a star
On your bike, go and find your car
She left the ring, took the cats
And she's never looking back

Ain't it time to find your religion?
The neighbors already got a petition
You talk about your awkward positions
And the rain's coming down just on you

Met a man with no need for guilt
The monument to rage was built
We drowned a boy in the blood he spilled
And the rains falling down just on you

Here comes your world down again
And your thoughts pool like rain
What's with your love of pain?

Is your idea realistic?
This point of view is egotistic
Has the world become so small
It shits and bleeds and moves just on you
And the rain's falling down just on you