Слова:
Backyard Tire Fire

always startin' fires You grown up criers, now here's a pair of pliers Get a job like your mother, I heard she fixes old dryers You have no desires, your father fixes tires

can keep Except when I'm tired 'Cept when I'm being caught off guard And I've had a lonesome awful day The conversation finds its way To catching fire-flies Out in the backyard

neighborhoods in hot pursuit I landed on little league fields Now no more war games this is real Hopping fences parking lots Their blaring sirens firing

I'm Public Enemy number one One - One - One One - One - One One - One - One For all you suckers - liars, your cheap amplifiers You crossed up wires are always starting fires