Now it’s week 4 of the month—Plans for next week? Nope, I’m goneSplash in my ear, so sudden and dumbEnd roll rolls in—yeah, we’re donechan - chan - chan
（chrous）From my eyes, BEAM!Make’em "the BEAM" !From my eyes, BEAM!Make’em "the BEAM" !
Eh, whatever, it’s no big dealJust back to life, like before, for realGuess fate’s not the type to sideIt just laughs and lets you slidechan - chan - chan
A tiny spark in the tear duct’s gateIt’s not sad—it’s spicy fateDon’t go showin’ that face like “oh no”You’ll make me the tragic showHIGH JUMP, HIGH JUMP, JUMP-JAJA-JUMPHey, leave me—don’t go claim I’m slumped
（chrous）From my eyes, BEAM!Make’em "the BEAM" !From my mouth, BEAM! From my nose, BEAM!
Why can’t I stop it?Lashes gone—now who’s gonna take blame?Every single one, so selfish, rudeAh… I could have put up with it if they’d left me alone longer
What a nonsense…Crybabies lose, they chokeSo uncool to act all toughI bit down hard, and held enough
