When you are young They kick you in the head And when you grow up, they're still fucking with your head And when I found out What it was I didn't want I start to run and I start to hunt 'Cause at the bottom of the well There a seed is a pit and it Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit 'Cause I'm made of gold, brass And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass So when I was young It didn't make any sense And when I grew up It made just as little sense So when I found out What it was I didn't want I got new armour And I started to hunt 'Cause at the bottom of the well There a seed is a pit and it Makes me wanna make the world nervous as shit 'Cause I'm made of gold, brass And I wanna break it like glass, glass, glass Funworld Funworld