Tuck you into bed
 Slip out, see you later
 Cut my own head (Ow)
 Half-broken flesh calculator
 With my bag full of co-o-o-oins
 Paid for your complications
 In the ancient loin
 Oh, suppose you've desperation
 Row, row, row, ro-ow
 Take a look at your friends too
 And go, go, go, whoa-oh
 That's what gets you