Firefight (The futility of Most Things in the face of Post Post Modernity)

You want to firefight?
I'll bring the Fahrenheit
We'll find a fuse to light
When it runs out we're gonna burn

Ashes ashes
Used up your matches
Just keeping house and doing laundry
To dust to ashes, ashes
Enough to make it fashion
And pay your fucking taxes
Oh god, you're fucking tragic

You want to firefight?
I'll bring the Fahrenheit
We'll find a fuse to light
When it runs out we're gonna burn

Yeah, it burns you
Really should've earned you
Some petty cash
But you burned it all to fucking ash
And now it's ashes
You couldn't let it be
And all my cash is out

You want to firefight?
(And now it's ashes)
I'll bring the Fahrenheit
(You couldn't let it be)
We'll find a fuse to light
(And all the cash is out)
When it runs out we're gonna burn