The sun is setting, like a super-spot that fades away And fixed chicks, pull up and take their first look And only revolvers, and cutty-cutters are still there And then there are those who just think Where kisses and lovely ears are those who don't trust us With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach And while the people at night, their hair and their necks are getting real fat And one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, are being followed So I take the trip along with the package, because one time is enough But I don't have the gun to see, because you're gone and only the bullets are left And when I get you to see With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach They greet me Are they the ones I meet here? I meet here Caught are the most They don't dream anymore And the world flips to me On clocks about what's going on When my half-shirt is in my hand I lift up my nose And see the red light in my body With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach With my stomach