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