There's gonna be a fire No one's left alive, left alive Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go I might as well be on fire I dream of little things, of stupid little things You could say I'm a liar Fire? Where? No one's left alive, left alive Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go I might as well be on fire I dream of kitchen counters in South America You could say I am tired There's gonna be a fire Hey you! No one's left alive, left alive Well I've got my life and I've got a brain but I've got nowhere to go I might as well be on fire I dream of little things, of stupid little things You could say I'm a liar Huh! Yep.