It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue

Like a whip, and we're sinking

It ain't cool to be cool

Though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation

Of ego cultivation

And I'm rolling my eyes like the stone's full of lies

Is it really all about the size? (Is it really all about the size?)

Or just a simple vice (just a simple vice)

Ooh, and it makes the news

Ooh, 'cause it sings the blues

I feel the fire

Flare a light inside me

Higher, so I can see

And aspire to survive this fight in spite of

Liars and travesty

Oh fire

Did you think that I'd blink

That I'd go and take the ink to your control

That I'd sell my soul

Does it ring any bells that it sells

That we're living out of shells in a shotgun

If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run

Now, finally the cerebral fantasy

Better genes and machines

So we can die looking like we're teens

Like snapshot scenes in smithereens

Ooh, and once they choose

Ooh, witch hunting fools

Fire

Flare alight inside me

Higher, so I can see

And aspire to survive this fight in spite of

Liars and travesty

Oh, fire

Oh, there it is in the news again, yeah

There it goes singing the blues again, yeah

There it is in the news again, yeah

Look, there it goes singing the blues again

There it is in the news again

Look, there it goes singing the blues again

There it is in the news again, yeah

Look, there it goes singing the blues

Fire, flare alight inside me

Higher, so I can see

And aspire to survive this fight in spite of

Liars and travesty

Oh fire

Return my joy 'cause I'm so tired, tired of me

Inspire the weary-eyed to see the ire and irony

Oh fire