Pardon Me

Pardon me when I burst

A decade ago, 

I never thought I would be,

at twenty-three, on the verge of 

spontaneous combustion. -Woe-is-me.-

But I guess that it comes 

with the territory,

An ominous landscape of

never-ending calamity.

I need you to hear, 

I need you to see

that I have had all I can take and

exploding seems like an imminent possibility

to me.



So pardon me while I burst

into flames.

I've had enough of the world

and its people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn

and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me...

I'll never be the same!



Not two days ago,

I was having a look

in a book

and I saw a picture of a guy

fried up above his knee.

I said, "I can relate,"

cause lately I've been thinking of combustication

as a welcome vacation from

the burdens of

the planet Earth.

like gravity, hypocrisy,

and the perils of being in 3-D...

but thinking so much differently. 



Pardon me while I burst

into flames.

I've had enough of the world

and its people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn

and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me...

I'll never be the same!



Never be the same, yeah...

Pardon me, while I burst into flames...

Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.



So pardon me while I burst

into flames.

I've had enough of the world

and its people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn

and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me...

I'll never be the same!



Never be the same, yeahh!!