Suitors line up At the gates of your villa And I am definite damage You aren't what the weak seek And it is my good conduct I repent Onward we go Through cool rain and snow It don't matter in the dead of winter I was lost tonight, but now I think I'm fine I am your mother Relapsing again So in remission (like a cancer patient) Send my lovechild To the golden gate bridge And feed him with your likeness Like his father couldn't We're all on fire! Whether we like it or not There is no middle ground Just fire