My flesh is ripped at daily It's the cross I bear I am the Promethean Tragic figure in this dream Dream known as life I bring spark into the lives Take the molded, show them fire Fire's the spark in their eyes

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

So stop, drop and roll one We're on fire, I think Takes one to grow one Burned out like the prom queen We're right on the brink We're one of a kind It’s all mirrors and smoke rings We’re one of a kind We're all mirrors and smoke rings

Waiting for lightning to strike You're sowing the seeds of a nightmare from hell Walking through fire, fate's in my hands Man on a wire, bearing the brand Lightning to strike Your prayers and your demons are tolling the bell I'll bring you the head of

Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

And it burns, burns, burns, I went down, down, down as the flames were rising higher The ring of fire Love is a burning thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire And I fell into a burning ring of fire And I fell right into a great ring of fire

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures

Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by

Bring the fire, bring the storm All your love like a flood Rainin' down on me Bring that laugh, bring those stars Bring your jagged little heart All the pieces of you Bring that smile when you bight your lip Bring that two-glass, tips of kiss Bring it

You showed me my tomorrow Beside a box of matches A welcome threatening stir My hopes of being stolen Might just ring true Depends who you prefer But if it's true you're gonna run away Tell me where I'll meet you there