[Verse: Fifty Grand]
There's a quiet place we can go when the weather's fair
Nobody will notice when it snows what we've hidden there
Beneath the earth
Where nothing hurts
Six on deck got another in the mini van
Park behind the strip mall
Easier to load them into mother earth
Now nothing hurts
I like your hair
I like your eyes
I like seeing you cry
I like seeing you cry
I like seeing you cry
I like seeing you cry