John Goodmanson - Set Fire To The Face Of Fire lyrics

Fire! Fire! Fire! Orange, yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire, fire, fire I'm trapped inside this Motel 6 on fire, fire, fire Oh, 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 at 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! 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