Lyrics: Braedon Horbacio
Music: Braedon Horbacio
Fire
Fire
Set fire to my paper heart
I'm tired of dancing in the dark
Like a drum that's beating out of time
To a song scribbled on your paper minds
If you can't get your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
Oh no...
You can't rain on my fire
Fire
Fire
You can't rain on my
Can't rain on my..
Fire to my paper heart
I don't like the shape it's carved
If you flick it with your cigarette
Watch it burn you down instead
If you can't gะตt your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't gะตt your tics
When they pull their kicks
And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
Oh no...
You can't rain on my fire
Fire
Fire
You can't rain on my
Can't rain on my fire
Fire
Fire
You can't rain on my
Can't rain on my...
If you can't get your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics when they
Burn
You can't rain on my fire
Fire
Fire
You can't rain on my
Can't rain on my fire
Fire
Fire
You can't rain on my
Can't rain on my
If you can't your tics from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
And if you can't get your tics from your politics
Well then they can't get your tics
When they pull their kicks
And if you..