Tekster: Tripping Daisy. Jesus Hits Like The Atom Bomb. Field Day Jitters.

Wondering jets inside of me
I've got the field day jitters
Wet watches and a bottle of Mr.Clean
I'm a nervous wreck in the shape of a test

I figure it's all about giving
Causing all of the brain to slip into frame
And visit the space that it gives me for sleep
Wondering jets inside of me

I've got the field day jitters, jitters, jitters
I'm an open nest, a paper address
I can get lost in just living
Blowing thoughts of regret, you'll never forget

The feeling of falling and breaking
This is me, your glue gun's dream
A map of every road, a friend that drops his nose
But this can't be, I'm a cracking machine

My will is to hold and my creed is
To be the unbreakable me
Now it's time to fill up
All the cracks in me, no stopping

No stopping, no stopping
It's what I want, it's what I see
That I'm unbreakable, capable, breakable
Bye, bye, never any doubt in me