Turn it on Turn it up Turn it loose Hot throwaway Roll it up Burn it down Turn it loose Hot throwaway Time is flashing by right through my fingers The nights may change but it's always the same old day So I grab ahold of what I think might matter Then I kick my tracks and leave the same old way So turn it on Turn it up Turn it loose Hot throwaway Roll it up Burn it down Turn it loose Hot throwaway When I see my face, I'm hit with a fit of laughter Looking back from two dead eyes that still don't see When I hit the point, I know just what I'm after With the one in front of the sun is where I'll be So turn it on Turn it up Turn it loose Hot throwaway Roll it up Burn it down Turn it loose Hot throwaway