That deep whining sound
Is a lust for this town
And the sleaze all around is poetic
those muti-colored 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 no inferno
Oh, no! Oh, no!

Flames looks 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 heart and the flashes
Those things aren't done by any hairdresser
Oh, no! Oh, no!

Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter

Burn down the schools
It's no substitute for the truth

Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter

Got to sleep through the day
To keep all my thoughts at bay
Got to sleep through the day
Sleep through the day

Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter