The dynamite in my soul
Is telling me to roar
So the wick you've lit inside me before
Is trying to rip apart my weakened core
A record store by the road
Is yelling me to go
So the one I want will just kiss the toad
I'm trying to make the record seller bored
Fear & Happiness rains
While breaking our chains, what do you say
Rains, and makes it all grey so what do you say
What do you say
The sympathy of the whore
Is making me so sore
So the love you burnt inside me before
Is leaving my dancing chest thirsty for more