The state of art is still on fire And it's burning straight to the ground My head hurts and my body's tired Who do I go to see now that they're not around? When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc During the day I'm diggin' ditches But bad moods makes me hard to get to know I got sturdy receding pages Wanna make me smile? Take me to San Diego When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc When they split up I swear I did not fuckin' know I've got the noose round my neck on a fuckin' rope R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc R.i.p. rftc