Pull it over me. Put me in the street. Bury a kid. Build up the kind.nHe wants you to sing because when you sing, it doesn't mean anything.nTake it off of me. The terror in my night. Please believe I amncovered. Tear it up when you die, I am not covered. The green in myneyes, is a fortunate day. The way to kill a dead feeling. High divesnare real.