Incendiarism The World/Inferno Friendship Society

Time for the old smashy, smashy

[Verse 1]
Through the ceiling
And over the streets
The astral plane
Can't be beat

For crime
On my mind
Totally leaves my feet

Son, do you have an alibi
Yeah, anytime
Got me, officer
I was asleep

[Chorus]
We're young
We're fast
We're dangerous
And we're hard to catch

Got style so fine
And with criminal minds
We're young
We're fast
We're dangerous