Light yourself on fire
And they'll come from miles to see
To revel in your suffering
And say "Thank god it isn't me"
They think you are the victim
But really it is them
Boring lives until the grave
Their lives a funeral hymn
You may say it's crazy
But I'd rather burn than watch
I'll douse myself in gasoline
And hand you the fucking match
And they'll come from miles to see
To revel in your suffering
And say "Thank god it isn't me"
They think you are the victim
But really it is them
Boring lives until the grave
Their lives a funeral hymn
You may say it's crazy
But I'd rather burn than watch
I'll douse myself in gasoline
And hand you the fucking match