This is a song about "Singing circuit boards"

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Like a circuit i'm gunna let my love flow,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

What a nervous purchase a death circuit i stick to the surface/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

Uppity bitches, handling business

I know you love singing listen to this

But thats what im singing

I was born to do the damn thing

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old