We call out into a crowd
We all smile while you frown...

(Chorus)
I'm on fire put me out...

You are a disgrace
A pathetic thing...

I've been poisoned the reason
Is that of your treason...

You make it sound easy to
Just stab right through...

Oh, look at that pretty girl
With the punk rock attitude...

Why do I bother
With all this nonsense...

Why must I be tortured in this cell
It must feel good to be in hell...

I walk along these streets
Of jagged wood...

You convinced me
Not to believe...

Torture if you want!
You've done all you can do...

Lucky pennies aren't very hard
And look a shooting star...