Set a Guy on Fire - The Taxpayers

And the things that you felt on your skin, in your bed, were the aftermath of

an arrangement gone awry

And the place that you live and the people that you love are a testament to the

arrangement you aimed to fight

When you smell the rubber burning from the tires

And the people start to scream as if we set a guy on fire

There’ll be beating hearts

It’ll be danger, danger, danger down the line

And the food that you ate and the water that you drank

Were the poisonous kind, they were the poisonous kind

And the words that you hate and the shit that you take

Will remind you of what you will do with your life

When the rotting gets embodied in your breath

And the buildings start to look like the contusions on your chest

There’ll be beating hearts

It’ll mean danger, danger, danger down the line