First part

This is how it starts

You're crazy, man

Do you think, in your age, it is right?

My face is falling off my head

And what's left

All my regrets

Now I'm speaking unto you

My filth

And you're gonna listen when I say

Worst part

This pie is tart

It could use more sugar

I get up, I get up, 'til there's nothing left to get up for

My face is falling of my head

And what's left

All my regrets

Now I'm speaking unto you

My filth

And you're gonna listen when I say

One, two

One, two, three, four

Yeah