Burn a Miracle - Say Anything

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 up data files like noodles

He pleasured himself to the music

Of well-dressed, inbred college students

As his girlfriend starved on the altar

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 America if you’ve got a soul

Burn America

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?

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