Uploaded May 2024 | Updated September 2026, 5 days ago
Lyrics:
I get so, intoxicated with a si-si-simple plan
P-p-poison all the land, o-o-oil in the sand,
I got a lot of m-m-money in my hand
A successor of success, h-honey, this is how it stands
This is what you’re made for, sir, wouldn’t you like to
Get a little more (more!) more out of your life?
You’d b-b-better get the message, how can I suggest it,
Fake your p-p-passions, sir, you’ll never regret it.
I think, I think, I think I’m gonna sink
I’ll never get a birthday in pretty blue and pink
I think, I think, I think I’m gonna scream
The oil fields have robbed me of every single dream
Set the world on fire, come on, party like it’s Earth Day
(Party like it’s Earth Day, p-p-party like it’s Earth Day)
Burn the whole damn city down, we party like it’s Earth Day
And I don’t care if it’s our only fucking option, I’d rather die right now than live to see it blossom,
(Party like it’s Earth Day, p-p-party like it’s Earth Day)
So light some tree up and party like it’s Earth Day
(Party like it’s Earth Day, one, two, three!)
I’m getting, investigated for my simple, simple plan
Mortars in my hand, roman candles in the van
The firecrackers tire liar crackers’ fans
This war has been declared already, don’t you understand!?
Oil spills over capitol hill, come watch it
The dollars flow from wells in Fargo through the Senate pockets
How can we stop it? The profits travel west,
If we start a fucking riot, we can put them to- (connection terminated)
And so what is to become of us?
So many fall victim to the trap, yet no one even sees if the cheese is worth taking
I don’t believe it is.
I see a different path. Why sit and saw through a single link,
When you know that the chain is held at both ends?
You can call it activism, you can call it entrapment,
You can call it half-baked aspiration,
You can call me delusional for seeing the “me” within myself,
And shedding the crown placed upon me
You can call me weak for wanting to be beautiful
You can call me sin for the love I hold for my own body
I will only ever call you, the naive masculine
Lyrics:
I get so, intoxicated with a si-si-simple plan
P-p-poison all the land, o-o-oil in the sand,
I got a lot of m-m-money in my hand
A successor of success, h-honey, this is how it stands
This is what you’re made for, sir, wouldn’t you like to
Get a little more (more!) more out of your life?
You’d b-b-better get the message, how can I suggest it,
Fake your p-p-passions, sir, you’ll never regret it.
I think, I think, I think I’m gonna sink
I’ll never get a birthday in pretty blue and pink
I think, I think, I think I’m gonna scream
The oil fields have robbed me of every single dream
Set the world on fire, come on, party like it’s Earth Day
(Party like it’s Earth Day, p-p-party like it’s Earth Day)
Burn the whole damn city down, we party like it’s Earth Day
And I don’t care if it’s our only fucking option, I’d rather die right now than live to see it blossom,
(Party like it’s Earth Day, p-p-party like it’s Earth Day)
So light some tree up and party like it’s Earth Day
(Party like it’s Earth Day, one, two, three!)
I’m getting, investigated for my simple, simple plan
Mortars in my hand, roman candles in the van
The firecrackers tire liar crackers’ fans
This war has been declared already, don’t you understand!?
Oil spills over capitol hill, come watch it
The dollars flow from wells in Fargo through the Senate pockets
How can we stop it? The profits travel west,
If we start a fucking riot, we can put them to- (connection terminated)
And so what is to become of us?
So many fall victim to the trap, yet no one even sees if the cheese is worth taking
I don’t believe it is.
I see a different path. Why sit and saw through a single link,
When you know that the chain is held at both ends?
You can call it activism, you can call it entrapment,
You can call it half-baked aspiration,
You can call me delusional for seeing the “me” within myself,
And shedding the crown placed upon me
You can call me weak for wanting to be beautiful
You can call me sin for the love I hold for my own body
I will only ever call you, the naive masculine
