Napalm

It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night I got a fistful of fireworks I'm gonna try and set things right I lost my inhibitions I think I may have lost my wallet too This dying land of plenty There's a whole lot of nothing to do

Oh, I'm Billy Pilgrim you're a Dresden doll They carpet bomb the city Thank God they spared the mall

Let's hold a vigil For the kinda, sorta innocent I guess I should defend your virtue But the truth is I'm still on the fence

And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law Well, technically speaking as Sam Peckinpah Sometimes you need a vigilante if you want to get a just thing done And I don't want to kill nobody Whose only crime is worshiping the sun

Breakfast of napalm Burn down the place where I belong Our travels, make love And they gotta keep it secret They still do it with the lights on

And I got bad nostalgia for what came before Sad reenactments of a civil war My heartache is obsessive I just wish that I could let it go But there's a mountain down in Georgia With a kickass laser light show

And I can always convice you you're just like Patty Hearst Or you're sympathetic, baby, when I'm at my worst I don't want to brainwash you I just wish that you would change your tune 'Cause I've been gunning for redemption And I think I'll hit the bullseye soon

Chartreuse and menthols Burn down the town that we were from I lost my true love to a three-alarm fire They tried to put out with a squirt gun

Sing little child like a Nightingale Sing little child, send me anthrax through the mail I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true Because the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you

Breakfast of napalm Burn down the place where we belong Our travels, make love And they gotta keep the secret They gotta keep it secret They gotta keep it secret They still do it with the lights on