Crack rock crack rock Hittin' stones in glass homes You're smokin' stones in abandoned homes Crooked cop dead cop You don't know how little you matter Until you're all alone In the middle of Arkansas With a little rock left in that glass dick

Oh oh oh oh oh I'm falling So aim high, and aim true Won't you aim true Think you're in control until you're not And you're so in love until you're not Find a place where we can be alone Find a place where we can be ourselves