| Brightly Burst Into The Air |
|---|
| Shelby avenue |
| Same old bars and the same old cold |
| With the same old nothing to do |
| And I get fucked up |
| Etchfield, corner booth |
| Two packs of cigarettes, a shot of Fireball |
| And I was on the move to get unstuck |
| But you don’t have to understand everything all of the time |
| It don’t matter much if you don’t care what’s wrong or what’s right |
| But it’s sure is hell fair |
| Because we never burn out |
| We only brightly burst into the air |
| We never burn out |
| We only brightly burst into the air |
