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
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
Now I'm coming alive
And like a weed through fields of
Placid posies, thrive
Spewing glory all draped in guts and the sense of a story
I need a song meant to rally
the devils, who dance on fields of brilliant treble
Need to ask your children a question
Do you really wanna stand stiff at attention?
Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Do you feel it?
Do you want it?
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 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 & venom
They try to hold you down
but I won't let them
As we emerge from the muck and the mire
we're gonna set their champagne god on fire
Do you want it?
Do you need it?
Do you feel it?
Do you want it?
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