I'm a burn out
Right down the filter
Ashes and embers are all that remain
Of a good man
Right down to the letter
Who never could settle when it all sounds the same
Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite
Still hypnotized by fire
Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight
'Cause I'm the last of my kind
I had no choice
It's the blood runnin' through me
Since the day I was born I've had something to prove
I made a big noise
Then faded to silence
'Til all that was left were the nails and the screws
Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite
Still hypnotized by fire
Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight
'Cause I'm the last of my kind
Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite
Still hypnotized by fire
Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight
'Cause I'm the last of my kind
I'm a burn out
I'm down to the filter
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust