Baby's on fire O jirre god se jesus O jirre god se Jesus She got me going from She got me going fuckin crazy since Boom, boom boom It's show time, motherfucker, it's on Apocalypse now, I'm dropping this bomb You can't fuck with this song

Never the heroes, we were made to fight We're on fire but on a leash We only ever wanted peace Never the heroes, we were just sacrificed at war Like a cobra they will strike And like lions caged we'll fight We were taken not by choice They put anger in

To burn it like cedar I request another dream I need a forest fire (Another shade, another shadow) I'm saved by nature But it always forgets what I need I hope you'll stop me before I build a wall around me We need a forest fire You're thicker than you

And from there I see the neon grids of cities And six million people that keep their fires lit I threw a party in my name But the hours crawled by and no one came So I bowed my head and I prayed for wings To take me from this place, fuck you The day I

When there's no sign of a love in sight. With only one desire. To find some lasting comfort in the arms of a lovers fire. Driven by a desperate hunger. To the dark of the neon light. The heart is a lonely hunter. Oh, the heart is a lonely hunter. She

Diana, let me be the one to Light a fire inside those eyes You've been lonely, you don't even know me But I can feel you crying Lift your heart up and save your life I don't think you even realize Baby you'll be saving mine (Oh ah oh) Diana (Oh ah oh oh

I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that

And it's all over now, Baby Blue You must leave now Take what you need, you think will last But whatever it is you think you need You better grab it fast Yonder stands your orphan with his gun Crying like a fire in the sun Look out the saints are comin'

Not even a wicked man can serve Nothing inna Babylon nah work Watch the inequity have to get up and splurt Rome catch a fire cause deh Vatican thirst Nothing inna Babylon caan work Things get lock off and them a dead fi pure thirst Yow, desolation to the

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to