Burning Down the House

Watch out, you might get what you’re after
Cool, babies! Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight, wait 'til the party’s over
Hold tight, we’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Here’s your ticket, pack your bag, it’s time for jumping overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fighting fire with fire
Three hundred sixty-five degrees
Three hundred sixty-five degrees
Three hundred sixty-five degrees
Gonna burst into the flames
Gonna burst into the flames
Burning down the house