Burn the Heather

I hear the tales of both cities Of light pockets and heavy hearts Where flesh meets lead And unchained souls are torn apart Burn the heather Burn the heather Down the boogie path Passive puppets That smiling mortician Writhing within Burn the heather Burn the heather Mother of oasis Slips her hand around your throat Flooding gasoline, mush your head Trembling trigger finger and salivating minds You make the bearing clouds weep Inching ever closer to your familiar pride and joy You start switching your hard truths to mousetrap teeth Burn the heather Burn the heather Burn the heather Burn the heather