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Hey-ey-ey!
It's Friday night the schmucks are out, the worthless people cruising around
and causing fights, hey that's alright!
I said God and I are on our thrones,and telling ya'll just where to go.
Well it might be hell, won't that be swell?
And soon you'll all be dead
Markland Mall is where to go when you're a punk and you don't know
what to do with yourself, like everybody else
spend your money try to get laid, work your ass of but don't get paid.
It's Kokomo! Baby dontcha know? Well tonight, the flames will glow.
My face is turning red
so why don't you go ahead
and have your fun at me stupid people.
I've been wasting all my time
used to care but never mind.
Fireballs out of my eyes burning down your temple.
Well you know I've had it up to here, pretending like I just don't care
about things like you, but I know I do.
You prance around conspicuously, innuendos aimed at me
but not for long,cause you'll be gone
I'll set your face on fire
Now mine is turning red
so why don't you go ahead
and have your fun at me stupid people
I've been wasting all my time
used to care but never mind
Fireballs out of my ass burning down your temple.
I'm a fire-starting mama, I'm a nasty fiend
people want grass if you know what I mean
you light em all up and you watch em burn.
Fire purifies so you let em squirm
I'm tired of the world dragging me down
set it on fire burn it to the ground.
build it back up when it's nothing but ash
bring in a new future with regard of my past
(Gonna burn it down! Gonna burn it down!)