Verse There's fire in her eyes in the altercation, She blames her poverty on her parents generation, She says they slit her up the nose now they want a payment, It's fucking cold in here the landlords trying to make us vagrants. And Jackie a whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist, The landlord goes down swinging while you drink your buddy's piss, I don't know what to do now, they're now definitely on a list, I just sit back and brew it, coca cola communist. Chorus I'm glad you came and turned up next to me, Like a grenade with a pin out at a party, You're like a fucking hurricane next to me, There's fire on the fringe, whittle them down down. Pattern repeats for the rest of the song, real simple.