It's an interesting thing that you notice about the self...
There isn't one

Is it too soon
To pop a cap in its ass
The pumpkin will grin
'Til compassion kicks in to pop a cap
Is it so hard to put a kiss on its lips
Blow it all into space what it is erased
To put a kiss

The ground is starting to shake
Hold on, it's heaven's birthquake
Lots of loving, lots of laughter
Thats what the kids are after
Bless the bastards

There's a big light
Behind a crack in the face
I'm pursing my lips for whatever slips
Under the crack

The sky is starting to blush
Here comes a headless head rush
Lots of loving, lots of laughter
That's what the kids are after
Bless the bastards

The ground is starting to shake
Hold on, it's heaven's birthquake
The sky is starting to blush
Here comes a headless head rush
Lots of loving, lots of laughter
That's what the kids are after
Bless the bastards