After Acid

TV news is no news
I lay down, looking up
A scarab crawling on my roof
She said to me
«Take out the garbage, dear»
I looked at her, she’s a mess
I screamed, «take in my drugs»
She smiled and said
«Your mother, dear, is burning
So, put out the fire, now
Put out the fire»
And my father stood behind the door
Looking like a spider in his net
The TV news whispering «Your mother, dear, is burning now
So put out the fire, put out the fire»
I must close my eyes and smell the garbage
Still wondering where my scarab is
It’s probably in the fire, yeah
It’s probably in the fire, now
So, put out the fire, now
Put out the fire
The TV news is no news
I’m laying down, looking up
A scarab crawling on my roof
So put out the fire now, put out the fire
And my father stood behind the door
Looking like a spider whispering
«Your mother, dear, is burning now
So put out the fire, now
Put out the fire»