I want to, I want to be someone else or I'll explode
  Floating upon the surface for
  The birds, the birds, the birds
    You want me, well fucking well come and find me
  I'll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
  And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
    You want me, well, come on and break the door down
  You want me, fucking come on and break the door down
  I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready...