Yep I'm waitin for the moment the downers'll down me up I'm waiting on a method that doesn't fill up a cup And I already cut my thumbs off Twiddly dee twiddly dumb Dum dum dum dum Yep I'm ready for the uppers to upend my upper hand I'm ready for em like I'm gonna put em in band I'll make em all sing, make a harmony Twiddly dee twiddly dum dum Dum dum I got no cash Waiting for a car crash And I'm worthless In the basement You crush my head When I'm dead Die by suicide Oh Only we know Yep I'm waiting for the metaphor to hit you like a brick I'm waiting for your mother to say that I'm fucking sick Cause I already cut my thumbs off Twiddly dee twiddly dumb Dum dum dum dum Yep We're ready for the end like we're ready for a pill We're ready for it like we're living in a landfill I better just sing, sing enough to kill Twiddly dee twiddly dum dum