Who is it for?
I pull ’em over like a tractor beam
So mean I make your grandmother fast and scream
I see you moving like a dancing queen
Eyes gleaming in the center of cathastrophy (oh, yeah)
But who is it for, is it for?
But who is it for, is it for in the end?
I’m tearing down the whole factory
Cut deep, I take your blood and paint a masterpiece
I gotta get a bit of gasoline and matches
‘Cause no one’s ever coming after me
But who is it for, is it for?
But who is it for, is it for in the end?