Kerosene

Mommy screams as daddy rings her on the telephone

Dirty sheets and secrets that they keep behind the door

It's kerosene, it's what you need

A match, a spark, a flame to keep you warm

And now you're on your own

Your only sister lost her temper when you were seven

Burned the bridges, got her picture on television

It's kerosene, it's what you need

A match, a spark, a flame to keep you warm

And now you're on your own

Now you're standing in the mirror

The lights are out

Your image is

It's getting clearer

It's kerosene, it's what you need

A match, a spark, a flame to keep