Catching, catching, catching, catching fire
Ripping, bitching, ripping, pitching, stitching time
Up on, up on, up on, up a wire
Itching, scratching, dripping, sipping turpentine

You are so susceptible, worship your own spectacle
The window to your soul is broken down
But you people are cruel people
But you people like cool people
But you people go better with a bottle of wine

In over my head but I'm fine
You're catching fire, I'm catching fire
Pitching a fit and I'm catching fire
My minds on fire

Reach in, reach in, reach in, reach into the fire
Itching, scratching, bitching, kicking deep inside
For your information I pawned your old Playstation
And I threw that old guitar in the fire

You people are cruel people
But cool people like you people
You people go better with a bottle of wine
I'm on a roll I'm headed home
Before the heads start to roll
In over my head and I'm catching fire
I'm headed home

From the tip of my head to the tip of my toes
Tip of a thorn on the stem of a rose
Fanning the flame of a fire

You people are screwed people
And you people are cool people
But you people look better with a bottle of wine
You people are mine

Catching fire
I'm catching fire
Just like the smoke in your eyes, like a burning highrise
I'm catching fire
I'm headed home