i'm gonna own a house when i grow up, i'll dance on the floorboards 'til it swallows me up.
i'm gonna own a house when i grow up, so please someone tell me when this silence stops. you'll have to leave a message 'cos i'm already dead, god speaks to me but he's not in my head. i can't hear what you're saying above this blistering noise... you'll have to leave a message 'cos im already dead, god speaks to me and this is what he said: this is how it goes, this is how it's gonna go, time to be the boy with diamond eyes, you must never know, you must never know, you must never know that i know - "fly the plane", "no, you fly the plane", and then we crash. "fly the plane", "no, you fly the plane", then we're gonna die... we gonna all die... hahaha you're dead. and i'll hang pictures on the walls, the pictures will be of me or nothing at all. you might have, not quite as, long as you thought, so be good. never a thought for teenage abortion, we're too young - no violence, no pain, no fuss. too young, and we'll dance, dance, dance, dance, dance.