A decade ago,
I never thought I would be,
at twenty-three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-
But I guess that it comes
with the territory,
An omnious landscape of
never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear,
I need you to see
that I have had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definite possibility
to me.
So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Now, two days ago,
I was having a look
in a book
and I saw a picture of a guy
fried up above his knees.
I said, "I can relate,"
cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from
the burdens of
the planet Earth.
like gravity, hypocrisy,
and the perils of being in 3-D...
I'm thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Never be the same, yeah...
Ohhhh, pardon me, while I burst into flames...
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst
into flames.
I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn
and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...
I'll never be the same!
Never be the same, yeahh!!
Ohh noo, never noo, nooo...