One, two, three, four and five
Blood ran cold, but I'm comin' alive
One, two, three, four and five
Blood ran cold, but I'm comin' alive



I once courted a boy
He looked a lot like me
But his eyelids were destroyed

And his pupils
Kept sucking on
Datafiles like noodles

Pleasured himself to the music
Of well-dressed, inbred college students
As his girlfriend starved on the alter
To his blog of the sickening things he will call her

Now I'm coming alive
And like a weed through fields of
Placid posies thrive
Spewing glory, all draped in guts and their sense of the story

I need a song that's around me
The devils who dance on fields of brilliant treble
Do ask your children a question
Do you really wanna stand stiff, fat intention?



Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Do you feel it?
Do you want it?
Do you see it?
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Believe it
Do you, do you, do you want it?



Burn a miracle if you've got a soul
Burn a miracle
Burn America

Burn a miracle if you've got a soul
Burn a miracle
Burn America


I saw Stereo Head
They looked a lot like the
Same band, but they were deaf

And their singer kept twirling around
On a slick middle finger

And on the wash, and thunder and venom
They try to hold you down, but I won't let 'em
As we emerge from the muck and the mire
We're gonna set their champagne god on fire



Burn America
Burn the dream


I know a place where the moon goes to fly
I know that dreams swarm and sting as they die
But their courses ride horses and stab through the sun
You live a life that you've barely begun

One, two, three, four and five
Blood ran cold, but I'm comin' alive

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