Set Fire to the Face on Fire

Fire, fire, fire

Orange, yellow, and black flesh trees bloom, fire, fire, fire

I'm trapped inside this Motel 6 on fire, fire, fire

Those young fists clenched in the air

Make a million millionaires

Set fire to the ships on fire

Set fire to the ships on fire

Constellations strung up like barbed wire, wire, wire

I'm drinking cement like it's going out of style, style, style

Those cold hooks, cemetery claws

Raking at the infants' jaws

Set fire to the horse on fire

Set fire to the dress on fire

Set fire to the stage on fire

Set fire to the stars on fire

Now I'm tied to a seagull's back, yeah, fire, fire, fire

And all those black-haired bandits try to lure me down with their songs

And choir, choir, choir

I'd rather shoot up a syringe filled with fire, fire, fire

Than go to bed with sounds so vacant, oh, and tired, tired, tired

What's the sound of a cashing check?

What's the sound of a gag reflex?

Like speakers crushed beneath an empty tank

Blowing the ugly off an airbrushed face

Set fire to the drums on fire

Set fire to the lions on fire

Set fire to the house on fire

Set fire to the face on fire