Weekend At The Fire Academy Lyrics

Weekend At The Fire Academy lyrics

How quaint you can spit farther than me



Your life straight from a movie scene



Now on a movie screen



Sliver skies and black eyes



I want a peice 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.



My baby makes the scene on T.V.



She makes the scene on T.V.



Who's like that anyway