world war ... economy

if i was in world war 3...


they'd call me spitfire.

fire, fire.

cause you know that i can.

us

they made a statue of us.


later they say its all our fault

scarves like a noose,

eternal sleep...

new ones are slave labor you can keep

we are living in a den of thieves.

is this passion or...

in her hour of darkness...


she feels hopeless.

bleak expression,

town's impression.

... or your red tide?

these things...

standing in line...


no one to listen, so you laugh by yourself.

i didnt think you were a bad man.

whisper... so no one figures it out.

it's cause of these things...

isn't it?

happy happy joy joy

jump with me...


joyful dancing makes me happy,

melts all the sadness away.

1, 2, 3 jump along with me.

get up and dance!

she wants to start a fight...

shes having more fun...


now that she and he are done.

she got a brand new attitude...

and shes gonna wear it tonight.

na na na na na na na...

frozen...

inside this fantasy,


seems so real to me.

true love behind a wall

where men and angels fall...

a fading memory, when my mind is frozen.