I got a fever, an inclination Look what we started, a revolution
Cooler than the ice on my Jameson, still cold
Someone who's lonely and barely alive Rah, when Marilyn died the entire cemetery was live She was still naked inside of her casket And sipping a flask when carried inside
Love burns us up the most
I'm on the 301, the train to paradise Red light sneakers, sweats
Cooler than the ice on my Jameson, still cold