Turn the fan to level three
Place yourself parallel
Cool off and clench your fists

Stare out the fogged up window
It's rather dark outside
But you can't see the stars

Oh last night, a young man took his life
With a gun he bought from a pawn shop
Fell thirty stories
Died in mid-flight

Now onto other news
Now onto other news
What does it matter to you?
It won't affect you anyways
Now onto other news

His heart accelerates
Like a rusted gear
Every rotation is one step closer than pistol in hand

He emerges into
Crisp cold air right over left
Up filthy stairs to liberation

Oh last night, a young man took his life
With a gun he bought from a pawn shop
Fell thirty stories
Died in mid-flight

Now onto other news
Now onto other news
What does it matter to you?
It won't affect you anyways
Now onto other news

Last night
Oh, last night a young man died
Fell thirty stories
Oh, last night
Now onto other news
Now onto other news
What does it matter to you?
It won't affect you anyways
Now onto other news

Now onto other news
Now onto other news
What does it matter to you?
It won't affect you anyways
Now onto other news

Now go, go about your day
Walk it off
Push it in the corner behind routine
Go, go about our day
Walk it off