Life oh what a drag
Why's it always us left holding the bag?
Iconoclast, just trying to live
Cements are cast as fugitive

Destroy 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

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): MICHAEL JOHN BURKETT