In his big old heart
How the music can save him
whenever it starts
And it's Pyro!
if the music is groovy
It makes him feel happy, but he's in an old gore movie
I'll tell ya about the Pyro
He freed his soul
but it's like trying to save a stranger from his ax, killing you's his goal!
If you believe in Pyro, don't bother to choose
If it's a frying pan weapon or the Icy blues
Just go and get away
He'll start with a smile
He will rip off your face no matter how hard you try
Your feet start moving
And you can't seem to find
How you got there
So just greet your fate and die!
If you believe in Pyro...
Come along with me
We'll run until morning, just you and me
and maybe, if we ran just right
I'll meet ya tomorrow
so late at night
We'll go a runnin' baby then you'll see
all the Pyros's in the music and the music's in me, yeah
Do you belive in Pyro? Yeah.
Believe in the Pyro, his good soul
believe in the Pyro of that big dust bowl
Believe in the Pyro that can set him self free
Ohhhh, talkin' bout the Pyro...
Do you believe like I believe?
Do you believe in Pyro?