Lyrics

I can burn, I can break
But you can’t fire the grape
They’ll keep themselves cold
They’ll keep themselves hot
They’ll keep whatever’s inside of them
Locked up, shut up

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life on the bland side, oh oh

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life on the bland side, oh oh

Get together, in the toolshed
Then talk about, some bullcrap
Sheets of irony, lost
Stuck in a curly sea
Courtesy of bronze
The precious metal

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life from the bland side, oh oh

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life from the bland side, oh

They’re so clean, this is squeaky
Ears bleed, when they speaky
They arrive in cardboard boxes
You can find them (never)
Running with the foxes

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life on the bland side, oh oh

We like our precious type of life
Turn a blind eye to hindsight
We are insulation for mankind
‘Cause we love the little life on the bland side, oh

Styrofoam people
Semi-indestructable
Styrofoam people
Styrofoam people
Living on up
Semi-indestructable

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