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
Fuckin' liars.