Making so much fruit Every branch will bare Get some pulp and juice Nurse my labour sweat Short money whores strut for praise and cash Drying up too fast For real love to last Let the fools come and fade Then we’ll have our turn Only one match left And the whole world to burn Keep it nice and straight Let the ice cool down Steady up your gaze Ain’t no messing ‘round No, we’re not better ‘Cause we know we’re not Synonymous with victory Using what we’ve got Let’s wait a little while Like we’ve only one match left Let ‘em cry out loud Let them waste their breath Let the fools come and fade Then we’ll have our turn Only one match left And the whole world to burn Keep us suffering We’ll pay for everything All your offerings are void ‘round here As for postering Peacocks get the block Pretty statues are just some pretty rocks Making so much fruit Every branch will bare Get some pulp and juice Nurse my labour sweat Short money whores strut for praise and cash Drying up too fast For real love to last Let’s wait a little while Like we’ve only one match left Let em cry out loud Let em waste their breath Let the fools come and fade Then we’ll have our turn Only one match left And the whole world to burn