Where will, where will you be this afternoon

I cut off all my fingers

No fame, I spill my guts

Like orphaned desert isle

Like orphaned

Big bang

Blink if you can hear me

Box my ears, daddy

Box my ears

Box my ears, daddy

Box my ears

Hoping is out of style

So look happy

It's the end of the world

It's the end of the world

Wiz bang

I've got a big machine

It's black and blue

Where will you be this afternoon

Meet me and I'll spill my guts

Cause I'm open to anything

I'm open for the first time

You can count the years

Count the years

Count the years

Hoping is out of style

So look happy

It's the end of the world

It's the end of the world