The hum of death, electrified
The rats rattle in the heat of the battle
Fancy the dirt, replace from the start
Jenga for the lost and no wonder they're for art
Jenga for the lost and no wonder they're for art
Jenga for the lost and no wonder they're for art

Ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta, huh

What a mind
What a kind of bitter thing
To play a war with metal to the beat
Evil though
But I thought
What a plane way to win
By my hands
From my dreams
It is here they cannot win

Your friend is high
And I'm even higher
Look in the sky
Can you see a spitfire?

And you say

Oh, look up there
We'll be free
Oh, look up there
We'll be fine

(Pew)
I got told to kick it
Its in my hands, I've got to hit it
Hit it
I can defeat it, ooh
I wanna fly, I wanna fly like you in the sky, ah, oh
Today, today, today, today
In any way (any way, any way, any way)

Oh, what we see
And what we feel
And what we breathe
Is it all real?

Oh, look up there
We'll be free
Oh, look up there
We'll be fine

Oh, look up there
We'll be free
Oh, look up there
We'll be fine

Huh, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ta-ta-ta, ah, huh
Ah, huh
Ah, huh