The Asylum Is On Fire
Lyrics by Josh Phillips


We’ve all gone insane! The asylum’s on fire, and there’s no chance of rain!
If it drips or it’s ripped then you gotta get it fixed.
But if the problem persists then it gets lost in the mix.
And six buildup and you find your position’s
got more issues than a life time subscription

It’s too big a pile to sweep under the rug,
It’s too many miles to pack up and run
At the top of my lungs but you won’t hear a sound
It’s the end of the world and my head's underground.

Nah, nah, nah, it’s not a drill
You better head for the hills!
Hey, hey, hey its down to the wire
The asylum’s on fire

everywhere I look it all seems the same
people on tv making assinine claims
it drains me, complains me and gets on my nerves
til I'm driven to places where I have no use for words
and I do not speak rhetoric so get to the point
my yell is a whisper my weapon is choice
i could scream in your ear but you won't hear a sound
it's the end of the world and my head's underground

no. no. no it's not a drill...


like it's cold in Arizona
and hotter in the Yukon
and the new California
is older than Rome
don't say I didn't warn ya
I sent the information
I just couldn't phone ya
from the great beyond
what I needed to say wasn't heard anyway
if it was right in front of your face you'd still call me a liar
the asylum's on fire