Satisfied, to be
Slower than last week, always afraid
Hard shell gives me a chill
It's colder inside
My limbs pop out in my head
It goes from side to side
But I get high

Someday, I will become

You might laugh, you might throw shit
But I can hold my breath
Dinner is your destiny
Not quick enough, I guess

I'm hot
I've been discarded

Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become

Someday, I will become
Someday, I will become

Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become John Wayne
Someday, I will become

John, I'm John, John Wayne!
I, I'm John, John Wayne!
I, I'm John, John Wayne!