Burnout

It is time to tie your shoes
We must go now or we're screwed
A bunch of local prudes saw me blow up the factory

Now go on, get the car!
The whole town's up in arms
I'm not willing to part just yet with my joie de vivre

We can talk about who's at fault later on

My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Vanity all dressed up in satin sheets
And guess what I barely see a reason not to leave

Let it go, give it a rest
I'm sure this wallet won't be missed
I'm just trying to do what's best for me to see another day

And to maybe get a fix
For our stomachs and our dicks
I haven't had any since 6 and it is slowly getting late

I promise I will pay you back later on

My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Vanity all dressed up in satin sheets
And guess what I barely see a reason not to leave

Put a stick between their ribs and lift with everything you've got
Leave them tied up in your bed and hope they know their way 'round knots
Give them any chance to win just make sure it isn't fair
Break apart the tubes they use and strike a match before they come up for air

My belief: Mess it up
Family: Mess it up
Galaxy: Mess it up
And ride an asteroid to pursue
Armory. And guess what?
Cavalry. And guess what?
Calamity. I guess that's what a bit of openness deserves
Vanity's all pissed off at sanity and its lot of stock-pick priests
Who spout rage without concern