Fire Walk with Us -

I love living.

It’s fun giving, to come with it

My son’s just like me, I’m not kidding

The right kind of wrong for so long;

Create and perform, then I’m off and I’m gone

Don’t I make it look easy or what?

Keep talking, I won’t interrupt

Something about Frame

Doesn’t allow pain

To anger, outrage

To ruin his sound wave

I don’t need a campfire to sit by

From the gate, every rhyme, I’ve been nice

Not a fan or a fair-weather friend

That’ll step on your neck, out to leave when I can

No magician when it comes to art

I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards

I’m distant like a kid being messed with

Twisted as a grin from a misfit

I sit back and drink it in

Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just

Concentrate on what you have

Chip away everyday building off of that

Love is doing.

Doing is being neat.

If you’re neat, you’re showing love to a

guy!

Alright cha?

Now sit back and drink it in

Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib

Just concentrate on what you have

Chip away everyday building off of that, cause

Rex and I fought for years

Without giving up how to express ideas

So here’s to the ones that no can touch

No one can break, no one like us.

Trust

I am not the guy

The hole you crawled out of, go back inside.

Don’t I

Make it look good from afar?

The closer you get is when things fall apart

The secret to the recipe

That’s wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps

It going on like he won’t ever fold

And makes you feel better that you’re doing what you’re told.

Burned out,

there’s a fire you own

And we are the theme song for lighting your dome

Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie

Showing what love means across the country now

Fire!

Facing the sun

Tired, but we go on.

Go on

Tired, so we go on.

So long

Don’t I make it look good from afar?

The closer you get’s when things fall apart

The secret to the recipe

That’s wetting your whistle like a referee

Who keeps it going on like he won’t ever fold

And makes you feel better that you’re doing what you’re told.

Burned out,

there’s a fire you own

And we are the theme song for lighting your dome

Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie

To show what love means across the country;

Whether French, Greek or Portuguese

English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese

I started young with the heat of a fastball

Beating up records for a needle to scratch on

Digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats

With too many records and not enough space

I don’t want what you have, need what you need

Or forgot who I am, I’m still that emcee

Bringing something that’s worth your time

In a world too busy trying to fuck with mine

To impress you is only a lost cause

And to impress me, is really the hard part

Fire!

Facing the sun

Tired, but we go on.

Go on

Tired, so we go on, so long

Love shit!