Sooner or later you're gonna have to admit it
Whether you say it out loud or just to yourself
Maybe you might write a song, write a letter
That you forgot to write from long time ago

Oh Oh My My My

Sooner or later you're gonna have to confess it
They say God knows all your thoughts, all your lies
Maybe you might draw paint in caves
Like you did when you were just four years old

Oh Oh My My My

I don't think it's just you
This place is kinda fucked up
This place is pretty fucked up
I don't think you're the one
Who has to worry, who needs to worry
This place got to go
Yeah this place got go

Oh Oh My My My