dance, locust, dance.
the prophets shrug their shoulders as
calamity's child lost her head
in the bell of the trumpet's blast.

i know you just want to be on fire.

jam, radio, jam.
power to the pirate stations,
broadcasting up through the flowery cracks
in the pavement.

i know you just want to be on fire.

the good morning comes like a hit and run
with a marmalade sun for everyone.

i know you just want to be on fire.

staring at the sun will only make you blind,
but a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.


Thanks to (amy m) for correcting these lyrics. Jan 17, 2008