Little Jimmy had a violent streak

Fire in his eyes and his rosy cheeks

Caught with matches in class at least

Twice a week

One day after school, when his parents weren't around

He burned their two-car garage to the ground

Singed the ends of his hair and his eyebrows

But Jimmy was proud

When his parents arrived on the scene

What they saw, they just couldn't believe

They should've known by the smell of smoke in his genes

They had an arson in the family

He was a firebug

Red hot love

And he'd piss the sheets

Just for the heat

Trail of smoke

Down the street

And he'd dance with coals

Under his feet

Jimmy grew up, and he honed his craft

He put the "man" in "pyromaniac"

He could light up a downtown two-story apartment complex

In 15 minutes flat—just like that

He'd wait around until the fire department arrived

Someone shouted, "What's wrong with you?

Don't just stand there, do something

There's people inside!"

He lit a cigarette, and he looked her in the eye and he said

He said, "Lady, don't you realize?

There's mold in the apple pie

Ashes to ashes, this life is a race

Up, up, into that big blue sky."

He was a firebug

Red hot love

And he'd piss the sheets

Just for the heat

Trail of smoke

Down the street

And he'd dance with coals

Under his feet

"Don't do it, Jimmy

Put it down, Jimmy, it's not worth it

You've got your whole life ahead of you, Jimmy

Put it down." Oh, no

He was a firebug

Red hot love

He was a firebug

He was a firebug

He was a firebug