Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All [bad word]  the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking

You, your  is on fire

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying

You, your  is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest

You, your  is on fire
And you, your  is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire

And you, your  is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire