Where's The Fire John? - Michael Monroe

End of the millenium is coming down dark

Technology is buying time that simply don’t exist

God complex search destroys

Whatever could get in the way

Be perfect, harder stronger

All work and stay up longer

All we need to know is

How we’re going to breathe

Where’s the fire, john?

Prozac in the blender

And it’s off the church we go

Internet religion

Spell your prayers on the screen

Take your time, just hurry up

Or you’ll lose your parking space

Catatonic in the closet

Electronic overload

There’s no smoke, nothin’s burnin'

It’s getting hard to breathe