There's gonna be a fire
No one's left alive, left alive
Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of little things, of stupid little things
You could say I'm a liar

Fire? Where?
No one's left alive, left alive
Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of kitchen counters in South America
You could say I am tired

There's gonna be a fire

Hey you!
No one's left alive, left alive
Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go
I might as well be on fire
I dream of little things, of stupid little things
You could say I'm a liar

Huh!

Yep.