The State of Art is still on fire
And it's burning straight to the ground
My head hurts and my body's tired
Who do I go to see now that they’re not around
When they split up I swear I did not f*ckin' know
I’ve got the noose 'round my neck on a f*ckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
During the day I'm diggin' ditches
But bad moods makes me hard to get to know
I got sturdy receiting "Pigeons"
Well it makes me smile, take me to San Diego
When they split up I swear I did not f*ckin' know
I've got the noose round my neck on a f*ckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
When they split up I swear I did not f*ckin' know
I've got the noose 'round my neck on a f*ckin' rope
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
R-I-P R-F-T-C
[Thanks to smoothvegas for adding these lyrics]