the world again It goes, All my troubles on a burning pile All lit up and I start to smile If I catch fire than I'll take my turn To burn and burn and burn
the world again! It goes: All my troubles on a burning pile, all lit up and I start to smile. Live up, Catch fire then I take my turn, to burn and burn, and burn
by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile
my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the mother fucker burn If you talking
give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, who'
s cryin' to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence Tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out Barrels to your chest and blow your lungs out Mother fucker fuckin hick I kick ya in the mouth Sew your fuckin' lips
right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe In the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls it's children from their piles of fallen
the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls its children from their piles of
like a refugee Like a scattered pile of leaves in a storm Peaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree Every hometown should be peaceful and warm Every father mother
burning. Snowball fights outside. Smile below each nose and above each chin. Family all together. Presents piled high. Frost on all the windows, What a wonderful night. Cinnamon candles burning
Out across cities I see buildings burn into piles And watch the world in wonder as mountains turn into tiles And trees losing their leaves and our faces
life Cinnamon candles burning Snowball fights outside Smile below each nose And above each chin Family all together Presents piled high Frost on all the windows What a wonderful night Cinnamon candles burning
itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother
