There’s gonna be a fire
No one’s left alive, left alive
Well I’ve got my life and I’ve got a brain but I’ve got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of little things, of stupid little things
You could say I’m a liar
Fire? Where?
No one’s left alive, left alive
Well I’ve got my life and I’ve got a brain but I’ve got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of kitchen counters in South America
You could say I am tired
There’s gonna be a fire
Hey you!
No one’s left alive, left alive
Well I’ve got my life and I’ve got a brain but I’ve got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of little things, of stupid little things
You could say I’m a liar
Huh!
Yep.