One, two, three, four and five Blood ran cold, but I’m comin’ alive One, two, three, four and five Blood ran cold, but I’m comin’ alive
I once courted a boy He looked a lot like me But his eyelids were destroyed And his pupils Kept sucking on Data files like noodles
He pleasured himself to the music Of well-dressed, inbred college students As his girlfriend starved on the alter To his blog of the sickening things he would call her
But now I’m coming alive And like a weed through fields of Placid posies thrive Spewing glory, all draped in guts and their sense of a story
I need a song meant to rally the devils Who dance on fields of brilliant treble I need to ask you children a question Do you really wanna stand stiff, at attention?
(No!) Do you want it? Do you need it? Do you feel it? Do you want it? (No!) Do you see it? Believe it Do you, do you, do you want it?
Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul Burn a miracle Burn America
Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul Burn a miracle Burn America
I saw Stereohead They looked a lot like the Same band, but they were deaf And their singer kept twirling around On a slick middle finger
And I’m awash in thunder and venom They try to hold you down, but I won’t let ‘em As we emerge from the muck and the mire We’re gonna set their champagne god on fire
(No!) Do you want it? Do you need it? Do you feel it? Do you want it? (No!) Do you see it? Believe it Do you, do you, do you want it? [x2]
Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul Burn a miracle Burn America
Burn America if you’ve got a soul Burn America Burn America Burn America Burn the dream
I know a place where the moon goes to fly I know that dreams swarm and sting as they die Let their corpses ride horses and stab through the sun You loathe a life that you’ve barely begun To live! To live!
One, two, three, four and five Blood ran cold, but I’m comin’ alive