Every time that you get undressed. I hear symphonies in my head. I wrote this song just looking at you ooh, oh. Yeah the drums they swing low. And the trumpets they go.
Shoot it all out across the nation. We don't need your fuckin' education. We're sick and tired of your vile population. You rmother don't like your chronic generation....
[Verse 1]. Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all. And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep. Takes me back way back when we were young and we were friends.