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!