We long lived slow walkers, what are we standing here for?
Better get up, get out, get out of the door
We’re playing old cold music while swaying on our kitchen floor
Drowning in our laughter, nearly dead to the core
Russian dragons with WMD torches loose in our towns
It’ll take more than a whole ocean of water to cool them down

Fire’s coming to the mountain!
Fire’s coming to the mountain!

Near to ablazing, still we don’t fear the coming heat
It’ll take all we got just to avoid their nuke missile fleet
Russians claim their rights, yet the world’s gotta eat
But Ukraine’s out there alone, no one’s really helping them compete
If mercy’s a business, I’d wish it for them
But to ashes Russia will consign them

Fire’s coming to the mountain!
Fire’s coming to the mountain!

When missiles come, we won’t be holding out for peace
Won’t be caught in the open in slow motion dash to some hidey hole trap door
Flames from third stage RVs burning our cities down into asphalt s’mores
We done left a while back, not wanting to trust them anymore
The more that we give DC, the more it will take
They ain’t got a clue what bright lines the Russians’ll cross and not fake

Fire’s coming to the mountain!
Fire’s coming to the mountain!

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