fire! fire! fire!      orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire   i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire   those young fists clenched in the air    make a million millionaires   set fire to the ships on fire!   set fire to the hips on fire!      constellations strung up like barbed wire, wire, wire   i'm drinking cement like it's going out of style, style, style   those cold hooks, cemetery claws    raking out the infants' jaws   set fire to the horse on fire!   set fire to the dress on fire!   set fire to the stage on fire!   set fire to the stars on fire!      now i'm tied to a seagull's back-yeah, fire, fire, fire   and all those black-haired bandits try to lure me down with their songs and choir, choir, choir   i'd rather shoot up a syringe filled with fire, fire, fire   than go to bed with sounds so vacant and tired tired tired      what's the sound of a cashing check?   what's the sound of a gag reflex?   like speakers crushed beneath an empty tank    blowing the ugly off an airbrushed face      set fire to the drums on fire!   set fire to the lions on fire!   set fire to the house on fire!   set fire to the face on fire!