This bubble gives me
the shakes the ozone makes
this bubble bake these leather hydes,
have plastic lives i've turned
to stone in a city quake Tear down
these walls of the crunch my lust
to live is bankrupt the orange crunch
is bottled up Behind the curtain there
all fake this water gives me cavities
this place is bland no seasonings
im loitering the screws take me away
[chorus]
An 8 point 8 Earthquake [4x]
Thats what we need