The Sad Punk

I smell smoke that comes from a gun

Named extinction
Named extinction
Named extinction
Named

It was a long time ago, could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet and he melted into fluid

Named extinction
Named extinction
Named extinction
Named, whoa, whoa

Extinction!
One thousand miles an hour, I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar beneath the wheel

Extinction
Named extinction
Named extinction
Named, whoa, whoa
And evolving from the sea would not be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something about a son of a gun

Named extinction
Extinction
Extinction