I went back to the desert
With the Midwest in me
And now I'm colder
Than I used to be

I live in a fortress
The shape of my body
And now there's a coldness
And it's shaped like me

And now I don't suffer
Any more bullshit gladly
Even though everything's bullshit now
Here in 2019
It'll probably be bullshit too in sweet 2020
Or whenever
This album's released

[Whistle Solo]

I won the rest of my laurels
After stinging defeat
I'm gonna beat the devil
Among other things

I'm gonna put a little outfit on
I will be pretty
It will be a pity
That no one will see me
I came into the desert
With a skull full of teeth
And now I'm quieter
Than I thought I'd be

I came in the desert
The desert came into me
And now there's a quietness
And it's deafening

(Repeat after me!)
Solitude for the stoic
Mirth for the merry
A quiet room for the overwhelmed
Arcades for the ADHD
Health for the sickly
A big day for Grimley
Good luck everybody
Good luck everybody

[Whistle Solo]