Malachi Richter’s Liquor’s Quicker Less Than Jake

[Intro]
My actions should be self-explanatory
And since in our self-obsessed culture, words seldom match the deed
Writing a mission statement would seem questionable
So judge me by my actions
Maybe some will be scared enough to wake from their walking dream state

[Verse 1]
Well I'm happy to report
My long standing last resort
Ended by just stopping short
Of me burning like a torch
Step off, stand back
'Cause it's a fact I've got to match
And all my fingers crossed behind my back

[Chorus 1]
Give me some breathing room
'Cause I'm breathin' fumes, I'll light the fuse
Give me some breathing room
'Cause there's somethin' that I need to prove
Give me some breathing room
'Cause I'm breathin' fumes, I'll light the fuse
And I'm gonna make the evening news

[Verse 2]
Well I'm busy making plans
With a flare gun in my hand
Kerosene soaked through my pants
The last words of my last stand
Step up, step back
'Cause it's a fact I've gotta match
And all my fingers crossed behind my back