fire! fire! fire!
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orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire
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i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire
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those young fists clenched in the air
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make a million millionaires
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set fire to the ships on fire!
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set fire to the hips on fire!
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constellations strung up like barbed wire, wire, wire
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i'm drinking cement like it's going out of style, style, style
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those cold hooks, cemetery claws
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raking out the infants' jaws
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set fire to the horse on fire!
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set fire to the dress on fire!
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set fire to the stage on fire!
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set fire to the stars on fire!
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now i'm tied to a seagull's back-yeah, fire, fire, fire
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and all those black-haired bandits try to lure me down with their songs and choir, choir, choir
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i'd rather shoot up a syringe filled with fire, fire, fire
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than go to bed with sounds so vacant and tired tired tired
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what's the sound of a cashing check?
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what's the sound of a gag reflex?
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like speakers crushed beneath an empty tank
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blowing the ugly off an airbrushed face
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set fire to the drums on fire!
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set fire to the lions on fire!
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set fire to the house on fire!
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set fire to the face on fire!
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Set Fire To The Face On Fire
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| The Blood Brothers |
