Belly full of coffee, an epiphany's been given to me
Botulism on the brain, I've got to rise to my id
Under the conversion crusher of entire generations
I control the fate of my own adolescence

Don't cry for me
Save your sympathy
I'm trying harder to be a martyr

Liver full of alcohol, appendix full of pills
Hands are full of paperback, knuckles worn to nil
Eye on what I'm chasing, life on the opposite
My tug-of-war bias my shoulders will never forget

Pocket full of miracles, each one with its own name tag
Rations full of protein and vitamins and plastic bags
Eyes in the back of my head stare at me
As my former shell kneels at the border of opportunity

Light this fire under me
Leave no room for wondering
What it could be like

Light this fire for the world
Fight the liars for the world
Fear the fire of the world
Hear them screaming "fuck the world"

Don't come after me
I have everything
I mix the proper paint
To be a better saint

Future full of business suits and constructive decisions
Aftermath of steady income and steadier provisions
If I allow time to do me up good
Then I would, if I could
Pick up a hobby that is more than a joke
Put down the microphone that I've been choking on
For years and years I broke the mold
When I was young but now I'm old

Don't doubt my dreams
Maybe give them a limit
My life is normal

I would know because I lived it
If I experience any more giving
I'll double think the life I've been living

Don't cry for me
I have seen the dreams
Sprout up from the ground
Now I'm ripping them out
Don't try to leave
I have mouths to feed
A career path in mind
And a beautiful baby

Light this fire under me
Douse my dreams in gasoline
Light this fire under me
Light this fire under me