Fly through the windscreen The concrete it thirsts, Your lungs are all devoid When you hit the dirt. Your insides are outside Your head's up your ass, And now you are crying and Pulling out glass. PULLING OUT GLASS! Excessive blood loss has now Taken your sight, PULL OUT THE GLASS! As you crawl so aimlessly Into the night. PULL OUT THE GLASS! You think you're so cool but You're just full of thrash, PULL OUT THE GLASS! And now you are trying to Pull out the glass. PULL OUT THE GLASS! PULL OUT THE GLASS! PULLING OUT GLASS OVER A BASIN OF BLOOD! PULL OUT THE GLASS! PULLING OUT GLASS OVER A BASIN OF BLOOD!