life... oh what a drag why's it always us left holding the bag? iconoclast, just trying to live cements are cast as fugitive this sign so no one will learn light the match and watch the kerosine burn they'll say a crackhead set the fire no one will know it was really a funeral pyre everything we've built is gonna be gone how will we be able to move on? because we know this is just a space our family will survive in any place burn hotter cremate we've gotta destroy so we can create a new life far away from here let's cover our tracks and disappear