Lyrics

Open positions, and sing songs of love Then repent against yourself And swallow your own foot It stinks like fermentation and I know it's your brain Because it's just like the past Which I cannot forget It's just like Just like Just like Just like.... no Shallow old rotting stiffs That live in some graves Perpetuating throw backs From said such old graves, old graves It's just like Just like Just like Just like Just like Just like Just like Just like.... no I hold aspiration, it's in a key So I count the tickets, oh I count the tickets I hold aspiration, and it's in a key I count the tickets, I count the tickets I hold aspiration, it's in a key I count the tickets, I count the tickets I hold aspiration, it's in a key I count the tickets and I count the tickets It's just like It's just like It's just like .... Fire