Oh my, oh my God, what have I done?
Oh my, oh my God, what have I done?

I used to thrash and fall and flail around
At the slightest sound or hint of ground,
With hats turned round

Please light a candle for your mother’s mom,
Or better yet just light a bomb and toss it off

I try to breathe in deep and long and fill my lungs
And spit out songs
That’s why I say, ‘oh my God’

Please light a candle for your mother’s mom,
Or better yet just light a bomb and toss it off