orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire
i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire
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 [bad word] 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 out 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!

now 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 [bad word] beneath an empty tank 
blowing the ugly off an [bad word] face

set fire to the [bad word] on fire!
set fire to the lions on fire!
set fire to the house on fire!
set fire to the face on fire!