Burn a Miracle

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?

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 corpses ride horses and stab through the sun

You love a life that you've barely begun

To live

To live

One, two, three, four and five

Blood ran cold, but I'm comin' alive