Catching whiffs of the river bank There were moments where fear had seemed to grip me That I'd see the devil-faces of my old friends beneath me Between Thrashed decks of skateboards we would ride And overgrown bushes where we used to Hide Vader, point that death star laser At my teeth and pull The trigger Oh please, end my misery Wishes in a fishbowl Scooping hands of filth and sin Collect cuts in your mouth So the germs can get in And nothing left the next day but a mask Hanging from the straps on the back of the branch of the tree Outside your window Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh