Back in blackrock dirt, another derring-do

Bouncy castles home, the exhaled youth

Who gather on the strand

With sprinkles in each hand

Going to battle blowhards thinking that they will lose

The water will casually follow its route (Route)

The caged bird will gradually go cuckoo (Cuckoo)

Double piercings and striated brows

Clowning around at risk of falling out

The water will casually follow its route (Route)

The caged bird will gradually go cuckoo (Cuckoo)

Well, the water will actually fill the whole room (Room)

And the bird will be better off flying the coop (Coo)

Back in blackrock, grounds are turning around

Subterranean rifts are showing underground

Let's gather on the strand

In mittens made by hand

And go the way of all ejecta living unbound

The water will casually follow its route (Route)

And the caged bird will gradually go cuckoo (Cuckoo)

Well, the water will actually fill the whole room (Room)

And the bird will be better off flying the coop (Coo)