Life... oh what a drag
Why's it always us left holding the bag?
Iconoclast, just trying to live
Cements are cast as fugitive
This sign
So no one will learn
Light the match and watch the kerosine burn
They'll say a crackhead set the fire
No one will know it was really a funeral pyre
Everything we've built is gonna be gone
How will we be able to move on?
Because we know this is just a space
Our family will survive in any place
Burn hotter cremate
We've gotta destroy so we can create
A new life far away from here
Let's cover our tracks and disappear
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett
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