Blow Up the Fizz

I won’t,

Get tired,

My feet are burned and rough.

My brain,

So wired,

My AC/DC’s cut.

Electromagnets in,

My bones, veins and skin.

Optically challenged,

To those that comply,

And only follow.

Yeah!

That’s it.

A little more spice and a little more grit.

Yeah!

That’s it.

Cook out the cold cuts,

Blow up the fizz!

One tall second’s force,

Blow,

Blow,

Blow,

Blow up the fizz!

Weigh-in,

I’m riled,

Im licensing control.

Tuning,

On fire,

Born spit out of a caved in black hole.

Electromagnets in,

My luck’s paying in.

Optically so thin,

To those that ask why,

And only follow.

Yeah!

That’s it.

A little more spice and a little more grit.

Yeah!

That’s it.

Cook out the cold cuts,

Blow up the fizz!

One tall second’s force,

One tall second’s force.

Blow,

Blow,

Blow,

Blow up the fizz!

Blow up the fizz!

Get it!

Lock me up,

I’ll eat the key,

I’ve gone mad for the ECT.

Lock me up,

I’ll eat the key,

I’ve gone mad for the ECT.

Lock me up,

I’ll eat the key,

I’ve gone mad for the ECT.

Yeah!

That’s it.

A little more spice and a little more grit.

Yeah!

That’s it.

Cook out the cold cuts,

Blow up the fizz!

One tall second’s force,

(One tall second’s force)

One tall second’s force,

Blow,

Blow,

Blow,

Blow up the fizz!