I spent my childhood playing this game
Through frequent abuse I've got the hang of
Killing the purple men in theirs suits
They look kind a klux-y, I don't know what to do

If you wanna find my heart at home
Then give me something good to do

Minding the peace and disposing of mana
All my time still choking on burnt food
Missing the point of this game, I'm faulty
Maybe if I heal I can see you soon

If you wanna find my heart at home
Then give me something good to do