Dance, locust, dance.
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
Calamity's child lost her head
In the bell of the trumpet's blast.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Jam, radio, jam.
Power to the pirate stations,
Broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement.
I know you just want to be on fire.
The good morning comes like a hit and run
With a marmalade sun for everyone.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Staring at the sun will only make you blind,
But a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
Calamity's child lost her head
In the bell of the trumpet's blast.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Jam, radio, jam.
Power to the pirate stations,
Broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement.
I know you just want to be on fire.
The good morning comes like a hit and run
With a marmalade sun for everyone.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Staring at the sun will only make you blind,
But a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.