Perish In The Fire

Walking down the highway, I've got the staff of Rod in my hand
I'm gonna see some people, gonna make it so that they understand
Baby's got a fuzzbox, I think that she should use it now
Get this fucking voice in the air, I need me some chow
The turbine's running and the mood is down
Charlie Jack Kane's gonna nuke this town
Well, baby's got a fuzzbox, I think she's gonna use it now

Come on, superstar, won't you throw this old dog a bone?
I would hate to think of Venus spending her nights alone
I can think of easier ways of paying my dues
Soaking up my chicken singing 21st century blues
The man with the plan, sucker's always jacking off my wire
Well, I've got three words for you now, perish in fire

Frustrated, medicated, darker streaked American girls
I love 'em in the dark and I'll love 'em 'til the end of the world

Come on, superstar, won't you throw this old dog a bone?
I would hate to think of Venus spending her nights alone
I can think of easier ways of paying my dues
Soaking up my chicken singing 21st century blues
The man with the plan, yes, he's always jacking off my wire
Well, I've got three words for you now, perish in fire

Oh, perish in fire, baby
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
Let's go
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