Pyromaniacs Anonymous - Kingmaker

That deep whining sound

Is a lust for this town

And the sleaze all around is poetic

Those multi-coloured lights

That shine through the night

Reveal all that’s poor and pathetic

Beneath all that fire

Is a heartfelt desire

To douse the whole city in petrol

But I’d probably set camp

And the matches be damp

And I wouldn’t get to see the inferno

Oh no! Oh no!

Flames, look much brighter

Than the cold, hard things

That are given you

Pass the lighter…

Slowly coming 'round

To the drabness of the town

But spurred on by fear of anonymity

I’ve seen it all before

People always ignore

What the police didn’t see in the vicinity

It’s a family trait

Fire runs in my veins

But as a person doesn’t make me any lesser

Seeing the ashes

The heat and the flashes

Those things aren’t done by any hairdresser

Oh no! Oh no!

Flames, look much brighter

Than the cold, hard things

That are given you

Pass the lighter…

Burn down the schools!

(But) It’s no substitute for truths

Flames, look much brighter

Than the cold, hard things

That are given you

Flames, look much brighter

Than the cold, hard things

That are given you

(Oh) got to sleep through the day

To keep all my thoughts at bay

Got to sleep through the day

Sleep through the day

Flames, look much brighter

Than the cold, hard things

That are given you

Pass the lighter…