[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?