The fins and the curves, they don't make them like that anymore
So we went out for a walk
Where we have always loved, those dells and guns
Where they cannon off everything
In the factory yards
Just two weasels
We were born without hearts
And they don't treat us so well any more
Even though we know it's all there
No, they don't treat us so well any more
Any more

We would spend our time
Moley and me
Killing everybody
We would spend our time
Killing everybody

Grey water, mud flats, filled us with emptiness here
Close your eyes and disappear
Can you hear a noise?
This is a noise we could easily stop
An echo of a diesel train, grey overcast days
But now we're digging for bones in the mire
In the mire

We would spend our time
Moley and me
Killing everybody
We would spend our time
Killing everybody