Music: Mahoney; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez

Fire is my method for destruction Leaving chard wreckage from my latest eruption Unpredictable, my erratic demeanor Bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner Though I’m trippin on legs that stumble but I don’t fall down You know I’m singing out things you mumble from a lack of resound
Pissed off mist lifts to honesty Now come down motherfucker with your philosophy I’m at ease then I feel there’s a breeze Give me a little please Aristotle I’m not but think of Socrates So are you ready for your lesson blood? Democratic non erratic Socratic method We’ll take away the pain We’ll pacify the bullshit built up in your brain In times of change or the same old thangs As you maintain or rearrange (Chorus) Can’t nobody do it like 311 Fuckin’ up competition cuz there really is none Steppin on your game from the first floor up tore up Electricity we store it up Can’t nobody do it like 311 Break it down, what it is, dedication Sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down Throw down fuck the bullshit we’re still the sound Wild and lost speed mad A long way from sad Lookin’ good like you should you’re bad An itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit see Like color absolute bodiless indeed Casual kindred spirit past All the obstacles you’re dealin’ with at last The nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs new shoes Car alarms, your rent, wedding bells, the blues The tragic fucking comedy that was last night Unfolds to my inner devils sheer delight A pointless fucking banter in an endless bout With whiskey soaked frolic room tobacco
mouth Then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool Beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes-fools Hung over, broke, and a round of apologies Now come down Martinez with the modern mythology (Chorus)