(ooh aah ooh aah)
I want to sacrifice myself to the volcano.
I want to see just how far down the fucker goes.
Throw away the burning reservations –
I might not get them back, but I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I want to kill and eat everything in the caldera.
I want to stick the vitamins to my lucky bones.
Every little salted, white crustacean –
they might not hold me up, but I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.
And I won’t bring a rope to help my climb back.
I won’t bring a radio.
If anything waits across the gap
you’ll never know…
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I want to hammer through the rock of every chamber.
I want to drown in the ensuing lava flow.
Maybe it will “bring me new perspective,”
but even if it won’t I don’t care, I don’t care, look, I don’t care.
Go back to “Secret Weapon”.