Turn the fan to level three Place yourself parallel Cool off and clench your fists Stare out the fogged up window It's rather dark outside But you can't see the stars Oh last night, a young man took his life With a gun he bought from a pawn shop Fell thirty stories Died in mid-flight Now onto other news Now onto other news What does it matter to you? It won't affect you anyways Now onto other news His heart accelerates Like a rusted gear Every rotation is one step closer than pistol in hand He emerges into Crisp cold air right over left Up filthy stairs to liberation Oh last night, a young man took his life With a gun he bought from a pawn shop Fell thirty stories Died in mid-flight Now onto other news Now onto other news What does it matter to you? It won't affect you anyways Now onto other news Last night Oh, last night a young man died Fell thirty stories Oh, last night Now onto other news Now onto other news What does it matter to you? It won't affect you anyways Now onto other news Now onto other news Now onto other news What does it matter to you? It won't affect you anyways Now onto other news Now go, go about your day Walk it off Push it in the corner behind routine Go, go about our day Walk it off