Bring out your pictures, a drink and a pillSharpen the scissors, see how they feelAnd cut out the stitches, so it never healsIt's time to go play in a minor fieldStrike a few matches, laugh at the fireBurn off your edges, put them back in the pileAnd swing from the pain, I don't want to healIt's time to go play in a minor fieldDance around, dance around, eyes good and closeCause I can't see nothing now, until it explodesMy foot touches ground, my flesh touches steelIt's time to go play in a minor fieldPut on my sweater, it's made out of thornIt fits like a new oneBut it's comfortably wornI'm gonna scratch where it itchesTill I get my feelI'm gonna go play in a minor fieldDance around, dance around, eyes good and closeAnd I can't see nothing nowUntil it explodesMy foot touches ground, my flesh touches steelIt's time to go play in a minor fieldI'm gonna do for myselfWhat nobody else doesWhat nobody else willI'm gonna go play in a minor fieldWhat nobody else will doI'm gonna do for myselfI'ma play in a minor fieldI'ma play in a minor fieldI'ma play in a minor fieldI'ma play in a minor fieldOh, yeah, yeah, yeahWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh*