We Threw Gasoline On The Fire And Now We Have Stum

NOFX · 45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Our Other Record [2002]

Brilliant, a word describing something dumb

You create to desecrate the villain I've become

A prophet not to be made but heard

Speaks in tongues and sarcasms, to me it's glee

to you absurd

You don't know me let alone my intent.

Actions do not always self respresent

I don't see urgency in explaining

My conscience opaquely clear



The seed is gently sown back to mother earth

The flower blooms resplendent fumes

A miracle rebirth

The cynic in a search for the something more

The fragrant air cannot compare to what it was

The great before



Remember the good old days, remember the sound

Remember the sweet mustiness underground

No I dont feel the need for reliving

Some things are better off dead

Never thought the furnace was gonna burn us

We worked the bellows for so long

The comfort of the fire apathized us

Looks like we burned ourselves alive



Remember the old band we filled ears with pain

Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain

No I don't miss my span of attention

I do miss my old friend Tim