Fire

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