Verse 1:nnnnAhhh, the smell of pissnnI don’t know why but you feel alive nnWhen its half past 5 and you take a leakagennThe man in the mirror looks back to speak his - nnMind - find it sane to wondernnNothing’s clearer. Why am I here?nnDo I have a use or am I a number? nnDid he make me when he made the thunder?nnAnd if so why? nnWho? When? How?nnAnd why should I think this now?nnAnd why do I need these eye ñ brows?nnCows make milk, milk is usefulnnWe make shit that is used to kill sonnWhat’s the point of us being here!?nnnnHook:nnnnIt started off as a diamond daynnI saw myself in a hazy way nnWhat’s the point of me in this world?nnYou can venture about the placennIt seems shit stares you in the facennGuess sometimes you never can tellnnnnVerse 2:nnnnGo to unearth the answernnStrange that I’ve never been a chancernnBut things look darker, time to scarpernnI don’t think twice when I grab my parkernnAnd slam the door don’t turn a shouldernnI can’t get old be none the wisernnAnd close my eyes at nightnnJust never knowing quitennWhat the fuck we contribute to constitutennThe wrongs we do and still be plain sailingnnTop the food chain andnnStill bloody complainingnnI set my course for TruthvillennThe truth-will surface maybe, (maybe)nnnnBridge:nnnnI left without my a to the znnSo what do I say to my headnnI’ll never find the answers I’m looking fornnI’m sure, I must just look unsurennnnHook:nnnnIt started off as a diamond daynnI saw myself in a hazy way nnWhat’s the point of me in this world?nnYou can venture about the placennIt seems shit stares you in the facennGuess sometimes you never can tellnnnnVerse 3:nnnnI’m strolling, (he’s strolling)nnThe scenery is rollingnnI stop (he stops)nnWho’s that talking? (Who’s that talking)nnTo the left I see a cornfieldnnTo the right I see some cowsnnIn front I see a set of doorsnnI think these things are metaphorsnnFor what? Don’t ask the questionnnI talk to the cow for an ounce of sense thennnDon’t look back head through the doorsnnI’m back in my bathroom in the mirrornnStaring, I’ve solved the common mysterynnOf why we have a history, epiphanynnAnd now this piss seems bliss to mennCows make milk but what’s it fornnAnd corn tastes shit if you eat it rawnnBut we’re so fucking clevernnWent and put the 2 togethernn(Went and put the 2 togethernnWent and put the 2 together)nnAnd that’s the point of us in this worldnnnnDouble Hook:nnnnIt started off as a diamond daynnI saw myself in a hazy way nnWhat’s the point of me in this world?nnYou can venture about the placennIt seems shit stares you in the facennGuess sometimes you never can tellnnIt started off as a diamond daynnI saw myself in a hazy way nnWhat’s the point of me in this world?nnYou can venture about the placennIt seems shit stares you in the facennGuess sometimes you never can telln