Firefight (The futility of Most Things in the face of Post Post Modernity)

[Chorus]
You want to firefight?
I'll bring the Fahrenheit
We'll find a fuse to light
When it runs out, we're gonna burn
You want to firefight?
I'll bring the Fahrenheit
We'll find a fuse to light
When it runs out, we're gonna burn

[Verse 1]
Ashes, ashes
Used up your matches
Just keeping house and doing laundry
To dust, to ashes, ashes
Enough to make it fashion
And pay your fucking taxes
Oh god, you're fucking tragic

[Chorus]
You want to firefight? (Oh god, you're fucking tragic)
I'll bring the Fahrenheit (Oh god, you're fucking tragic)
We'll find a fuse to light (Oh god, you're fucking tragic)
When it runs out, we're gonna burn

[Post-Chorus]
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking, fucking
Oh god, you'rе fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking, fucking

[Verse 2]
Yeah, it burns you
Really should'vе earned you
Some petty cash
But you burned it all to fucking ash
And now it's ashes
You couldn't let it be
And all my cash is out

[Chorus]
You want to firefight? (And now it's ashes)
I'll bring the Fahrenheit (You couldn't let it be)
We'll find a fuse to light (And all the cash is out)
When it runs out, we're gonna burn (Oh god, you're fucking tragic)
You want to firefight? (And now it's ashes)
I'll bring the Fahrenheit (You couldn't let it be)
We'll find a fuse to light (And all the cash is out)
When it runs out, we're gonna burn

[Post-Chorus]
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking tragic
Oh god, you're fucking, fucking