Dead-dead wood   on the ground-ground   You know that I could   Burn this all down-down      When I come to your house at night   I stumble through your bedroom door   Blind and laughing, I fall on your bed   and bite your leg but I want more      But your body falls short every time   because you panic yourself over the edge   You've never loved a woman before   And I can feel it in your touch so dead      Dead-dead wood   on the ground-ground   You know that I could   burn this all down-down      Tiny little flames   jump and lick your face   How did we get here?   Get the fuck out   they're burning this place   Get the fuck out, now   They're burning this place      When I come to your house at night   your window shows me things you do   It's so hard lying here looking up at the sky   'cause I know you're underneath it, too      But if I pedal hard enough   I think I can outrun this thing   I said, if I pedal hard enough   I'll make it to another place      Where I look for numb inside those arms   and smash down old walls with this pain   So, grab my head and push it hard   Soon you'll be dead wood again      Dead-dead wood      Frog in your throat   He's got your tongue   Black black smoke   fills you up, yum-yum