We are the fire, we’ve been for hire.
Because an angel touched your hair I think you’re blessed.
Call a hoax, shine your best.
You know there is no use in waiting for the worst.
Be a man, save a woman,
Hold hands in your own space, have grace.
Call me inconspicuous just call me. You too have had too much fun.
I think you’re crazy…just like me. We are all crazy,
Like crazy monkies going into oblivion maybe we are inhumane would you pick and choose?
Please read on at your own speed.
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