The knees are bent and the hands are clasped
The painted head is bowed
A sudden glimpse through heaven′s gate
My hair is black and eyes are green
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame
Too brief and burn too pale
And all attempts to fire it up again will fail
I run around behind his friends
And play the waiting game
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame
I tell myself a million times
So why do I keep holding on
I was born too weak and I feel like a fool
But it's out of my domain
Na na na na na na na na na - His Lamest Flame