Cover of Blast by: Pure Oh Yeah... So you opted for politics? A special bag of dirty tricks. You spend more time on your golf game, than you ever did with your kids. We used imaginations to block you out. Now we've got supernatural lightning that's slipping out of our fingers, yeah. And it told me... It's such a blast to be alive. It's such a blast to be alive. When you're down blast it, When you're down blast it, yeah, Come on. So now I want to head out to, some faraway places (some faraway places) Where the sky's not burning. Nothing matters anyway (anyway) I want to scream at the ghosts of my past, where my past paints the sky such a color, maybe one that will last. Now there's a simple explanation, for these actions you call mental. I finally realized... It's such a blast to be alive. It's such a blast to be alive. When you're down blast it, yeah. When you're down blast it, come on. When you're down blast it, yeah. When you're down blast it, come on. When you're down blast it, yeah. When you're down blast it, yeah. When you're down blast it, yeah. When you're down blast it, come on (come on) come on (come on) come on (come on) Blast it, yeah.
