We cold boot the brain stem   We start to get pissed   We're turning into creatures   That hardly ever exist      And every one of us must win at last   Like in the future, like in the past   Every one of us must win at last   And every one of us must win at last   Like in the future, like in the past   Every one of us must win at last      We're gross and fundamental   And we're stuck by fairy lights   We throw ourselves off the edge   Of an intricate appetite      We're a wonderland   We're a merry-go-round   And the morning after   We're garbage on the ground