Jet Fueled Firecracker Lyrics

You should cry for the profits of the prophets of light

You should be falling on your side in the back to the night

Don't ask her for a one-way conversation

Don't ask me to hold a wrongful accusation

Upon this world the verse/chorus/verse

Like a sun without a stranger that's lost in its thoughts

Even they who doubt a reasonable man

Like a thief in the night who oppresses his thoughts

And I say

Got a tombstone here in the graveyard mind

Just twenty-five and I don't mind dying

You know babe I can't be true

To you

Teenage ambition never thought I'd see twenty-seven

Out of my infection I am one of the hell-hounds

Jumping on the love seat never thought in clouds

Parking on a slim jim everything is loud

Holding down the town cause they built a charade

I got that lucky brush spoon and he's scratching like a biscuit

Easy to fall in my twisted personality

Kiss me Sunday got me upside down

And I say

Got a tombstone here in the graveyard mind

Just twenty-five and I don't mind dying

You know babe I can't be true

To you

Creeping with a Xerox jumping like a speaker

I got thirty-five cents and an old red sneaker

I'm lying to a taco about yesterday's rent

Snacking on a pork chop that I already spent

And I'm hanging on a sponge cake that I keep in the couch

Got a mariachi band that lives in a pouch

I'm a jet-fueled firecracker lit in the night

I got two left feet and one on the right

And I say

Got a tombstone here in the graveyard mine

Just twenty-five and I don't mind dying

You know babe I can't be true

To you