Weekend at the Fire Academy

Lyrics for Weekend at the Fire Academy

How quaint, you can Spit farther than me. Your life strait from A movie scene. Now on a movie screen. Silver skies and black eyes. I want a piece of cake. Get your hands off my presents Kiss on the face Slap on the cheek I'll be the one who takes my chances. Sort of sad, isn't it? It's hard to forget the friend Who makes the scene on t.v. She makes the scene on t.v. Who's like that, anyway?