Three days I've been waiting
Stuck in some vacation
Without a match to light the fire I need (this smoking wick)
A rut has got my strut down on its knees
Bring me my heart and bottle of kerosene
My mother said once to me
My father said repeatedly
"Get up boy, you've got some life to do"
But they couldn't get it through my thick machine
Bring me my heart and bottle of kerosene
Cigarettes taste like freedom
On this dark side of Eden
But how quickly the ride can lose its speed
It makes me want to burn those things that sting
Bring me a match and bottle of kerosene
Three days I've been waiting for an education
But now I know that fire is all I need
Speak and let me dream a noble theme
Bring me my heart and bottle of kerosene
