(This is as it appears in the 7 sleeve. Some words are changed in the song)nnI'd like to cover your mouth with a thick yard of canvasnAnd then paint your face on it from memorynAnd then bundle your feet with a bright rope of garlandnAnd trip the light devinennI keep on hoping for thisnOh but to breath the light of daynand have the fruit in my mouth not rot awaynnAnd I refuse any form of special treatmentnJust the door is fine with menWell me and my friends got this tight kind of hatrednIt flares up when I'm taken and leaves when I'm weaknnBut let's keep this all in mindnWhen I'm driving home alone nownIt keeps pumping back and forthnLike some great traumatic showdownnAnd I don't wanna talk to youn'Cause you're sick if only by proxynWith your friends you're getting pissednPlease just keep on hoping for this.nn