Bass Tuned to D.E.A.D

Icy waters flow between us

In shelf life shock in the morning

I see rivers split to deltas

And trickle into the ocean



With my bow and my arrow

I will aim towards my atlas

And where I hit I'll go

And in my chosen location

I will croon a sorry sermon

And tune my bass to D.E.A.D.

Ooooh



Live volcanoes turn to craters

When their egos turn into spacedust

Teleport me from this vacuum

I've some contraband information



With my bow and my arrow

I will aim towards my atlas

And where I hit I'll go

And in my chosen location

I will croon a sorry sermon

And tune my bass to D.E.A.D.

Ooooh



La la la la la la

Just get out of my space! (X8)



With my bow and my arrow

I will aim towards my atlas

And where I hit I'll go

And in my given location

I will croon a sorry sermon

And tune my bass to L.U.V.?

Ooooh