Fire Ball - The Sorority Club

Pretty and red, pretty and red Flowers dyin' in their bed, oh, yeah Why is everyone crying Don't you know you can see Shining down on you and me, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, way up high And the ball of fire in the sky, come on Keeps watching over you and I, way up high And now the towers are fallin' Tumblin' down, tumblin' down Oh, can't you hear the angels callin' Oh, yeah, listen Shinin' through eternity As it was, so it shall be, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, way up high, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky Keeps watching over you and I, you and I, yes, it does And the ball of fire in the sky, come on It keeps watching over you and I, way up high, come on And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, you and I, way up high And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah It keeps watching over you and I, way up high And the ball of fire in the sky, come on It keeps watching over you and I, way up high Pretty and red, pretty and red Flowers dyin' in their bed, oh, yeah

Scarlet hovering my head Pretty and red Pretty and red Flowers dying in their bed Oh, yeah Why is everyone crying? Mmm, hmm Look up children, look and see Shining down on you and me, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, way up high And the ball of fire in the sky, come on Keeps watching over you and I, way up high And now the towers are falling Tumbling down Tumbling down Oh, can't you hear the angels calling? Oh, yeah Listen Mmm, hmm Shining through eternity As it was so it shall be, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, way up high, yeah And the ball of fire in the sky Keeps watching over you and I, you and I, yes, it does And the ball of fire in the sky, come on It keeps watching over you and I, way up high, come on And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah Keeps watching over you and I, you and I, way up high And the ball of fire in the sky, yeah It keeps watching over you and I, way up high, ho And the ball of fire in the sky, come on It keeps watching over you and I, way up high

18 minutes ago you called me on my phone You said, "I'm sorry, why do I feel so alone?" I said, "I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?" You said, "Care about me like you used to" I'm sleeping in a van most nights It's not ideal but I've never felt more alive In fact, I've never felt quite exactly the way that I am My friends are dying quicker than I possibly can 19 minutes ago you called me on my phone I've been keeping tabs on when I call you on the phone So I call you every day but I guess if every day Means some days then I call you every day Beware that I'm not who I used to be I've had a lot of things go wrong with me And I'm sorry I'm not capable of lying My parents they are looking for my house 75 Granite St.'s no longer where I live, or send the mail to, or the things that I don't want to receive My parents love me or at least now I'm alive to see 20 minutes ago you called me on my phone You said, "Cameron, why do I feel so alone?" I said, "I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?" You said, "Care about me like you used to" Not too long ago you called me on the phone And I held back tears 'cause I was feeling so alone I have to be stronger or at least much stronger than I've been Like a father or the son, holy spirit, amen

Say how you feel when you're feeling inadequate Press all your friends into memory foam Feel with your eyes when your friends can't handle it Some friendly girl might feel like home Break out the jeans with the flat-front pockets Smile all you want when you're paying for lunch Once you get down into boyfriend trouble The pecks on the cheek won't count for much Evenings meeting up with a tube sock Steeped in bleach without any lights off Days in China, writing the future Nights with a glue gun When did it get so good? Stressed out, anemic like a bad vegetarian Got no idea what you're blogging about 'Cause even the house show scene's sectarian I'm not the one who sold you out Press pass to feel like a tour bus passenger Press shots to feel like you've done it before Pay stubs are nice and your eyes are delicate You're not the one we waited for VIPs with CD advances We ID if you wanna dance We said this field was writing intensive Write me a rent check When did it get so good? Great ideas, radical blindness Censored on account of your shyness You say it's just business, I figured as much And now you're overcharging me for what I did to your old crush

My father calls on Sunday evenings Children are suffering somewhere, living in a boldfaced lie And they all probably have my eyes My father says he's turned his life around The devil was dragging him down But he prayed until the dark lord vanished Now his screenplay's almost finished My father's got great taste in ovaries Over and over he's charmed his way into a nice girl's heart But he always leaves before the hardest part You wonder how I got so feminine Well, what have I learned about men? You laugh at that and I do too You say you're sad, but glad I told you And now I kiss your shoulder And now you stroke my hair Your daddy buys you ice cream My daddy's on the welfare My father swears we'll be together soon Maybe once in a blue moon he sends along a birthday present It feels so trite, but hey, what doesn't? My father calls on Sunday evenings Pauses for effect and says, "Church was great today!" My father calls on Sundays

Before you leave the cape Was it everything you asked for When you wrote to ask if you could stay? A weekend is a time bomb A countdown on an iPhone An oldies station dedication day Oh my God, it's really too bad you came We swore we'd stop, but it's the only thing to keep us entertained I came up in July Stayed in your apartment Wondered what we'd have the nerve to try I'd say watch a movie But you threw out your TV The only resolution you stuck by Oh, I know, you've never been so ashamed Take heart, make love, just do it like you know my middle name Stay bright, learn what it's like Kissing a Christian under her eyes Stay soft, cute when you cough What do you whisper when you get off? Stay slight, you've got a type I gotta practice, what do you like? It's late now, figure it out It's never too late to change It's really not so far You didn't have to walk me But grace is still a virtue And we've got ours to burn through We're the only ones we have to blame

Say you like that song, I might still trust you Say you like that song, we've been writing names and numbers down Say you like that song, we just might have potential Say you like that song, please be honest Bad machine, get out, get clean Get close, get cut, bleed out, heal up Get gagged, get drugged, sixteen, get up That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son Turn the jukebox down, we can sing this one together Say you like that song, we've been taking names and ages for granted Turn the jukebox down, turn that down, make the most of it Say you know your father, it's just semiotics Bad machine, get out, get clean Look sad, roughed up, talk sweet, we won Get gagged, get drugged, sixteen, get up That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son Pollen spreads around like flu Velazquez had a date with you He asks me what I think of you When I'm down in the (202) You jumped back when the bruise bled blue You jumped back when the still life moved You had no chance, you always knew The dead man in the dream was you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you Oh, I know you thought we'd get caught We just hung from the rafters Oh, when it got cold, we got bold Stretched you out like a dancer Please, eyes shut, bad dream, wake up That's it, I'm done, that's it, I'm done That's it, I'm done, I said I'm not your son The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you The dead man in the dream is you

Get-get, get inside your spaceship You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors Look up at the stars, look up at the stars You're on the fast track, living from a backpack Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you This is how you roll, permanent vacation You put in your time, now you're out of patience You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go But now you're getting caught up in it Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Think about your friends, think about your other friends Thinking about you when they can, probably wondering what happened to you Can't return a call, skipping every breakfast He tried to be a writer, but instead he only fact-checks Out of shape and uninspired You force down salad and you just feel tired And wake up every day And spend it from the get-go Chewing on your thumb And staring out the window You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go, no one's gonna stop you You could really go If you could spare the money, but you're burning through your twenties For a misdirected, energetic asshole living in a castle Waving 'round a brass pole with a little ball on top and Barking like a tree, debating every sick day Storming through the office like Katrina on the fifth day Sitting with your pockets full of fists And you're staring at your wrists And your scissors, and you're shaking so bad You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this So pack yourself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship Daydream and think of the nights When they'll sing your name, and they'll write it in lights When the daydream ends like a kick in the chest You can go out dancing, and hope for the best But then you get so bored You're half-asleep The girls are jealous and the boys are cheap A circus of the stars, a battle of the sexes We're all in love with dying and we're doing it in taxes You could really go (you could really go) No one's gonna stop you (no one's gonna stop you) But then you get that feeling, like a train-track killing Like an old-time villain in a silent movie Crying like a kid Squealing like a sex tape Shrieking like a Beatle fan and kicking like a sensei Sitting with your pockets full of fists, and you're staring at your wrists And your shoulders, and they're aching so bad Now they're cutting care Now they're talking pay cut No one better dare Ask you how your day was Please don't make me act it out, it's hard enough to talk about it I'll just rent my DVDs and watch my internet TV I'll bide my time and pay my rent 'til something knocks me to my senses When I've had enough of dying in the day shift, I'll pack myself a pair of socks and get inside a spaceship