Lyrics: World Inferno Friendship Society. Incendiarism.

Time for the old Smashy, Smashy!
through the ceiling
and over the streets
the astral plane
can't be beat!
for crime!
my mind
totally
leaves my feet
"Son, do you have an alibi"?
anytime-
got me officer
i was asleep!
We're young
we're fast
we're dangerous
and we're hard to catch
got style so fine
and with criminal minds-
we're young
we're fast
we're dangerous-
you're not gonna believe it
so you'll never see it
jon gilch, our man with a plan
he took the ball then he ran
incendiarism
manic precision
boys and girls with a mission
some things appear
others go away
girls and boys
who hate the day
we're young
we're fast
we're dangerous
and we're hard to catch
got style so fine
and with criminal minds-
we're young
we're fast,
we're dangerous