[intro]

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

[verse]

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?

[chorus]

do you want it?
do you need it?
do you feel it?
do you want it?
do you see it?
believe it
do you, do you, do you want it?

[post chorus]

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

[verse]
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

[chorus x2]
[post chorus x1]
burn america
burn the dream

[outro]
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