Bring out your pictures, a drink and a pill
Sharpen the scissors, see how they feel
And cut out the stitches, so it never heals
It's time to go play in a minor field
Strike a few matches, laugh at the fire
Burn off your edges, put them back in the pile
And swing from the pain, I don't want to heal
It's time to go play in a minor field
Dance around, dance around, eyes good and close
Cause I can't see nothing now, until it explodes
My foot touches ground, my flesh touches steel
It's time to go play in a minor field
Put on my sweater, it's made out of thorn
It fits like a new one
But it's comfortably worn
I'm gonna scratch where it itches
Till I get my feel
I'm gonna go play in a minor field
Dance around, dance around, eyes good and close
And I can't see nothing now
Until it explodes
My foot touches ground, my flesh touches steel
It's time to go play in a minor field
I'm gonna do for myself
What nobody else does
What nobody else will
I'm gonna go play in a minor field
What nobody else will do
I'm gonna do for myself
I'ma play in a minor field
I'ma play in a minor field
I'ma play in a minor field
I'ma play in a minor field
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
*