Making so much fruit
Every branch will bend
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labor sweat
Short money whore strut for praise and cash
Drying up to fast
For real love to last
Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn
Keep it nice and straight
Let the ash cool down
Steady up your gaze
Ain't no 'messin 'round
No we're not better
Because we know we're not
Synonymous with victory
Using what we've got
Let's wait a little while
Like we've only one match left
Let 'em cry out loud
Let them waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn
Keep us suffering
We'll pay for everything
All your offerings are void 'round here
As for postering
Peacocks get the block
Pretty statues are just a bunch of rocks
Making so much fruit
Every branch will bend
Get some pulp and juice
Nurse my labor sweat
Short money whores strut for praise and cash
Drying up to fast
For real love to last
Let's wait a little while
Like we've only one match left
Let 'em cry out loud
Let 'em waste their breath
Let the fools come and fade
Then we'll have our turn
Only one match left
And the whole world to burn
