Set My Mind On Fire

Every morning I pinch myself Is this real or imagination? I find the warning wasn't much help Way to heal from this mutation? The proletariat marched upon the court With their torches and their pitchforks They told the King the cart had broken from the horse What do we need the bourgeoisie for? 'Cause I can set my mind on fire Yeah, I can set my mind on fire When the walls are caved in You're laying on the pavement When there's no escaping I can set my mind on fire Every evening I leave myself Is it to heal or just escaping? Surely it's not good for my health But it's hard to leave all that temptation The proletariat marched upon the court With their torches and their pitchforks They told the King the cart had broken from the horse What do we need the bourgeoisie for? 'Cause I can set my mind on fire When the talking gets too loud And there's pushing in the crowd When it's hard to get out I can set my mind on fire When the walls are caved in You're laying on the pavement When there's no escaping I can set my mind on fire!