Song parody of
fireplace
by Micah Callari
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And it's still the same
Different coat of paint
And I'm running out of options
To keep back my rage
Will you ever change
Do you have no range
Fill me up with your toxin
Burn me up in flames
And I don't make many pretty songs
'Cause I'm supposed to be handsome, right
And there's just something very wrong
My brain holds me for ransom, fine
Whatever you want
I'll fulfill you quickly
Swiftly toss the truth's one and only hard copy
Into the fireplace
Take away my pain
So I float away
High above to a skybox
Made in MS Paint
I could run away
Buy a brand new face
Marinate in an icebox
Before I cut and paste
And I don't make many pretty songs
'Cause I'm supposed to be handsome, right
And there's just something very wrong
My brain holds me for ransom, fine
Whatever you want
I'll fulfill you quickly
Swiftly toss the truth's one and only hard copy
Into the fireplace
Know the fire sees
And if it disagrees
Find some logs and some kindling
Sixteen-fifty degrees
If there's more you need
Cut down more of the trees
If the fire's ever dwindling
It'll die with me
And it's still the same
Different coat of paint
And I'm running out of options
To keep back my rage
Will you ever change
Do you have no range
Fill me up with your toxin
Burn me up in flames
And I don't make many pretty songs
'Cause I'm supposed to be handsome, right
And there's just something very wrong
My brain holds me for ransom, fine
Whatever you want
I'll fulfill you quickly
Swiftly toss the truth's one and only hard copy
Into the fireplace
Take away my pain
So I float away
High above to a skybox
Made in MS Paint
I could run away
Buy a brand new face
Marinate in an icebox
Before I cut and paste
And I don't make many pretty songs
'Cause I'm supposed to be handsome, right
And there's just something very wrong
My brain holds me for ransom, fine
Whatever you want
I'll fulfill you quickly
Swiftly toss the truth's one and only hard copy
Into the fireplace
Know the fire sees
And if it disagrees
Find some logs and some kindling
Sixteen-fifty degrees
If there's more you need
Cut down more of the trees
If the fire's ever dwindling
It'll die with me
