Are you happy to be another waste of energy floating around in space?
It’s fine by me, I’m just a quintessential property, devoid of any symmetry, it’s fine by me
But the philosopher, the mathematician, the fighter, and the fool
They all hold hands and hatch their plans, try discover you
So hide out, keep hush, beneath the weight of those that crush
They’re looking for you with telescopes and other strange things
But the pervert, the priest, the politician, the institution rules
And as for us, well we’ll be damned, that’s for sure
So that’s why I’ll never say a word, I’ll shut my mouth for good
These crooks and their curriculum, that’s the worm in this book
Baby, oh baby, I will never call you baby
I’ll call you honey if you’re sweet and princess if you’re my wife
But darling if you’re cheap, we will probably get on like a house on fire
Under thunder storm winds, but that house on fire just won’t let me in
Everybody wants in, but I doubt they’ll make the morning because it’s gonna be a night
We’re gonna be everything, we’re gonna be on fire
They won’t be sorry, they won’t have the chance
We’re gonna arrive bloody and broken and beautiful
Fuck luck, it’s your fire night