Interpret:

NOFX

Album:

45 Or 46 Songs That Weren't Good Enough To Go On Our Other Records

Brilliant? A word describing something dumb 
You create to desecrate the villain I've become 
A prophet, not to be made but heard 
Speaks in tongues and sarcasm 
To me it's plain, to you absurd 
You don't know me let alone my intent 
Actions do not always self represent 
I don't feel urgency in explaining 
My conscience opaquely clear 
The seed is gently sown back to mother earth
The flower blooms resplendent fumes 
A miracle rebirth 
The cynic in a search of something more 
The fragrant air cannot compare 
To what it was the great before 
Remember the good old days 
Remember the sound 
Remember the sweet mustiness underground 
No, I don't feel the need for relivin' 
Some things are better off dead 
Never thought the furnace 
Was going to burn us 
We worked the bellows for so long 
The comfort of the fire apathized us 
Looks like we burned ourselves alive 
Remember the old band we filled ears with pain 
Nothing to lose there was nothing to gain 
No I don't miss my span of attention 
I do miss my old friend Tim.