text: Butch Vig: "Were rolling."
  Dave Grohl: "Are we or not?"
  One more day to complete my service
  One more high to decay my nervous
  Wondering how Im gonna find a way
  Its over
  One more day to complete my service
  One more time here to fade my servant
  One more day if I find a way
  Over
  She seemed to read minds
  And I know a later time
  We could make it with you
  Leave the soul
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  One more day to complain my servant
  One more doubt here to find a servant
  One more time here if I find a way
  Its over
  Wondering how Ill mantain my cover
  One more day here to save my lover
  Wondering how Im gonna find a way
  Its over
  She seemed to read minds
  And I know a later time
  We could make it here with you
  Leave the soul
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Just you need
  And read
  Youre freak
  Hmmm
  And knew
  You read
  You flew
  Ooo
  Hmmm
  One more day to complete my circuit
  One more high here to find my nervous
  Someday Im gonna find a way
  Its over
  One more doubt here to claim my supper
  I can have anything you want to
  One more day if I find a way
  Its over
  She seemed to read minds
  And I know we were out of time
  Breathe the way here with you
  Dream the same on the dew
  Breathe the same on her
  Take a moan on a man
  Breathe the shame onto you
  Breathe the lie
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  Old age
  "Or we could fade out?"