[00:12.06]The fire is already out
[00:16.11]When the rain comes
[00:22.56]The nucleus of stress
[00:26.58]Chooses dust in the end
[00:34.26]Like aerosol evils
[00:37.74]In a rush towards the sun
[00:43.68]It's an oasis inside out
[00:48.51]And fire is the trend
[00:55.65]An oasis inside out
[00:59.25]And fire, fire is the trend
[01:59.16]Now what's left on your plate
[02:03.33]As you sterilize the tine?
[02:09.66]Have lessons on earth
[02:13.68]Left you the will of a boy?
[02:21.69]Are you just passing time
[02:25.41]Or do you taste the wine?
[02:30.03]What's left for us this spring
[02:35.07]Besides grass-stained corduroy?
[02:42.30]What's left for us this spring
[02:45.96]Besides scratched-out corduroy?
[03:46.44]Well, like it or not
[03:50.70]The locusts come from spring
[03:57.12]And all your plans are shot
[04:01.50]And that stock's not worth a thing
[04:08.70]Like it or not
[04:11.94]The neighbours yell when we sing
[04:15.24]Together
[06:31.23]Like it or not
[06:35.52]The locusts come from spring
[06:43.05]And all your plans are shot
[06:45.96]And that stock's not worth a thing
[06:52.83]Like it or not
[06:53.73]The neighbours yell when we sing
[06:59.73]Now, I like pissing you, pissing you off
[07:12.51]To get some kind of rise, I don't mind to suffer the sting of the cold from your eye
[07:23.07]But suddenly I see that I can see when you're blind
[07:30.30]To the weather, the spring, and the simplest things that bring us together

The fire is already out
When the rain comes
The nucleus of stress
Chooses dust in the end
Like aerosol evils
In a rush towards the sun
It's an oasis inside out
And fire is the trend
An oasis inside out
And fire, fire is the trend
Now what's left on your plate
As you sterilize the tine?
Have lessons on earth
Left you the will of a boy?
Are you just passing time
Or do you taste the wine?
What's left for us this spring
Besides grass-stained corduroy?
What's left for us this spring
Besides scratched-out corduroy?
Well, like it or not
The locusts come from spring
And all your plans are shot
And that stock's not worth a thing
Like it or not
The neighbours yell when we sing
Together
Like it or not
The locusts come from spring
And all your plans are shot
And that stock's not worth a thing
Like it or not
The neighbours yell when we sing
Now, I like pissing you, pissing you off
To get some kind of rise, I don't mind to suffer the sting of the cold from your eye
But suddenly I see that I can see when you're blind
To the weather, the spring, and the simplest things that bring us together