Whoa here she come,nShe got a loaded gun.nAnd why I ain't blown away,nI don't even know how. nnShe got those acid eyes,nYet she claims I'm blind.nIf I could love her still,nI wouldn't even try. nnTry to make a connection...nTo you. nnIf it weren't for some catastrophe,nI don't know where we'd be.nAt the bottom at some salty sea,nWhere the eels crack our bones. nnIf I could just step it up,nWe wouldn't be in such a rut.nSaltly tears wet the cut,nNow there's no way out. nnTry to make a connection...nTo you. nnDig a hole in the earth.nDig a hole and we all fall through.nDig a hole in the earth.nDig a hole and we all fall through,nAnd I hope I fall on you! nnWhen we're all blown to bits,nShe won't be prone to fits.nAnd the apocalypse,nWill find its way through. nnThe earth is a computer chip,nFrom the window of my airship.nAnd all I can say to her,nIs why keep me around? nnTry to make a connection to you...nTo you...nTo you...nTo you...nTo you...