Fireworks

[Verse 1] It's everywhere, and it's nowhere Something urgent in this undercurrent So burn it down to bone That's how it feels sometime so overwhelming They say their helpin' So loud they go There's nothing underneath that black bar There is nothing underneath those scrambled pixels There is nothing underneath that swimsuit Nobody's happy to see you Yes, that is a pistol Yes, that is a flashlight no, don't turn it on Don't illuminate the truth just wait you'll learn it further on Yo you want a PG-13 ratin'? Well, kill a millon people aslong as their not naked We want fallac symbols not fallaces its a fallacy And the analysis we validate the guns, decapitation and drugs on TV We show a nipple and we're snitchin' to the FCC So bless me please and show nothin' Republican party found a future in your frontin' They never talk about it but it's central to their message Without the fear of i they would never get elected [Hook] Fireworks, a train going into a tunnel A rocket headed straight to the moon A popsicle slowly melting A bouquet of flowers A bowl of fruit Fireworks, a train going into a tunnel A rocket headed straight to the moon I'd rather have an open mind in the gutter Than a closed one in an empty room [Verse 2] It's everywhere, and it's nowhere Something urgent in this undercurrent So burn it down to bone That's how it feels sometimes so good So never be afraid to be loud, let's go If they really want to stop teenage pregnancy If they really want to stop abortions to end If they really gave a damn about STD's They'd make every school offer comprehensive sex ed Instead they tell us natural isn't natural Wait untill you're married even if you're incompatible Oops, too late oh well You want that warm feeling inside? Just wait for hell Sinners, we're just a bunch of sinners Because we love our lips, because we love our fingers Because we love eachother, well then we love salvation But see i find salvation every night in bed waitin' Every soul is naked every vessel blessed Celebrate your spirit through the pleasure of the flesh Yes, memorable consensual and fun It ain't a party unless everybody comes So who's bringing the [Hook] Fireworks, a train going into a tunnel A rocket headed straight to the moon A popsicle slowly melting A bouquet of flowers A bowl of fruit Fireworks, a train going into a tunnel A rocket headed straight to the moon I'd rather have an open mind in the gutter Than a closed one in an empty room How about you?