Tekstovi: Minutemen. Double Nickles On The Dime. It's Expected I'm Gone.

I don't want to hurt.
See, my position was here.
I mean, as it was, I was...

So, this led to the downfall of man.
I can make seconds feel hours.

I make certain that my head is connected to my body.
No hope? See, that's what gives me guts.
Big fucking shit! Right now, man.