Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

Fight fire with fire Ending is near Bursting with fear Do unto others as they have done unto you But what in the hell is this world coming to? Blow the universe into nothingness Nuclear warfare shall lay us to rest We shall die Time is like a fuse, short

Honestly, I can't believe it's burning again Like the first fires Run from fences, you don't have to pretend Now do you see it, the dream is gone Fatal fire, moving on Why do you need it in the ways to come Over you, the undertone First fires And if you

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

Happy New Year May we all have a vision now and then Of a world where every neighbor is a friend May we all have our hopes, our will to try If we don't we might as well lay down and die No more champagne And the fireworks are through Here we are, me and

But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby But I got you this rose And I need to know I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy Will you let it die or let it grow?

It was the fourth of July you and I were fire, fire, fireworks You and I were I said I’d never miss you, but I guess you’ll never know Where the bridges I have burned never really led home On the fourth of July That went off too soon And I miss you in

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

It's been good to me but it knows too much, he'd sing it all I'd have to find a riverbank and roll it off If my truck could talk If my truck could talk, I'd have to yank out all the wires Pour on the gas, set it on fire, anything to shut it up Twelve