His bubble gives me the shakes
The ozone makes this bubble bake
These leather hydes, have plastic lives
I've turned to stone in a city quake

Tear down these walls of the crunch
My lust to live is bankrupt
The orange crunch is bottled up

Behind the curtain they're all fake
This water gives me cavities
This place is bland no seasonings
I'm loitering the screws take me away

Tear down these walls of the crunch
My lust to live is bankrupt
The orange crunch is bottled up

An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake
An 8 point 8 Earthquake

That's what we need