there s nothing i can do i guess to feel less over the weather feet together stuck in the mess maybe she s blue i guess but if she left would there be anything here just a dripping sphere a lonely speck oh no no if you keep on striking matches one day the splinters in your fingers will turn around and say oh you re terrible people and now you ve got no corners left to turn no matches left to burn sweet sweet terrible people you said that when you burned out of your brain the music was to blame i m mad at the world today cause she didn t say stop or go or leave me alone i m not in the mood and oh no no if you keep on striking matches one day the splinters in your fingers will turn around and say oh you re terrible people and now you ve got no corners left to turn no matches left to burn sweet sweet terrible people you said that when you burned out of your brain the music was to blame oh no no if you keep on marching tragic international shame the stupids were to blame  oh no no if you keep on striking matches one day the splinters in your fingers will turn around and say oh you re terrible people and now you ve got no corners left to turn no matches left to burn sweet sweet terrible people you said that when the world gets turned to dust the music s gonna stop1