Sticky on a one side, slick on another
Ripped to fucking shreds then spliced back together
With tape, ooh with tape
Rolling out from inside, hiding cracks and dividing lines
Adhering to the surface, pasting over imperfections
Like tape, ooh like tape

And there's a big, big hole like a hole in the ground
And where'e there's supposed to be a man, there's no man to be found
There's a big, big hole like a hole in his head
And if that's how it's gonna be, we'd be better of dead

Sticky on a one side but completely invisible
Forging into union that which was divisible
Tape, ooh yeah tape
Placed by many hands in the name of magic
Covering up layer upon layer of the tragic
Like tape, ooh like tape

Cause there's a big, big hole like a hole in the ground
And where'e there's supposed to be a man, there's no man to be found
There's a big, big hole like a hole in his head
And if that's how it's gonna be, we'd be better of dead
There's a big, big hole where the sky's falling down
But if noone's there to hear it, then it doesn't make a sound
There's a big, big wreck but they make a decree
And then they cover it up cause they don't want us to see

Stretch it, cut it, stick it, cover it up (x6)