Keep on starin' long enough and
You just might start a fire ever
Get the feeling that you don't

Belong?

I've had that one a few times

Now & my charred & smoking
Burnt remains just don't care
To know about what you think I'm

On.

Sharpened spikes on brand new

Shoes have kicked me against
The wall and these charlatans
Have put me in my place.


The same sort of pomp and
Circumstance that makes the

Real world so tough to take
Is being picked up here and
Thrown back in my face.


If it's not obvious that the
Best jokes should be dangerous

Then we're pissin' on each
Other's graves and puttin' out
Each other's fires on the

Balance beam between the
Antagonists and the two-faced
$#&@in' liars.