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