Lyrics © Keith Pickering
Well I don’t know why we’re hangin’ around
Everybody’s aimless with all our heroes underground
And I don’t know why I’m pullin’ my weight
Swap my bricks for feathers, hey, maybe I could give my back a break
And I don’t see no reason why we can’t
Party ‘til the well runs dry
To organize is on my list
But all my friends are anarchists
All my friends are really pissed
But they don’t know what to do about it
Lightning in a bottle, we could throw a fit
Set a fire, and fan the flames
Feed ourselves on fun and games
We’ll eat our fill of fun and games, oh yeah
Set a fire
Well I’m not sure if it’ll do much good
Tearin’ down an empire by cosplaying as Robin Hood
And I’m not sure if I can take the strife
Of indiscriminately breakin’ chains, including the one that sustains my life
In the S.F.H. with an H.O.A.
Feelin’ A-OK with the C.I.A.
Kings and subjects coexist
All my friends are anarchists
Venting over, class dismissed
And they don’t know what to do about it
Lightning in a bottle, we could throw a fit
Set a fire, and fan the flames
Feed ourselves on fun and games
We’ll eat our fill of fun and games, oh yeah
Set a fire
Set a fire
Set a fire