Well, they say, it's a rotten shame
Everyone is for now to blame
It's the end and it's all the same
Rotten ghost without a nameGo away is the other thing
Nothing more than the other wing
On fin, one cotton ball
Copper green on a plaster wallHere I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe againWood, metal, cars and war
They don't do it anymore
No fruit, cottonseed
They're not worth the price of weedCheese, shot, shattered bones
They're not worth a garden gnome
[Unverified], boxes, yellow tape
They're not worth another shapeHere I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe againSeen riding, seen flying
Seen riding, seen flyingAnd they say, it's a rotten shame
Everything is for now to blame
In the end when it's all the same
Rotten ghost without a nameGo away, that's another thing
Nothing more than the other wing
One fin, one cotton ball
Copper green on a plaster wallWood, metal, cars and war
They won't do it anymore
They're not worth the price of weed
Nothing more than a cotton seedHere I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe againHere I am, maybe again
Hear I am, maybe again
Like a monster hanging from a tree
Here I am, maybe againWell, they say it's a rotten shame