Catching, catching, catching, catching fire Ripping, bitching, ripping, pitching, stitching time Up on, up on, up on, up a wire Itching, scratching, dripping, sipping turpentine You are so susceptible, worship your own spectacle The window to your soul is broken down But you people are cruel people But you people like cool people But you people go better with a bottle of wine In over my head but I'm fine You're catching fire, I'm catching fire Pitching a fit and I'm catching fire My minds on fire Reach in, reach in, reach in, reach into the fire Itching, scratching, bitching, kicking deep inside For your information I pawned your old Playstation And I threw that old guitar in the fire You people are cruel people But cool people like you people You people go better with a bottle of wine I'm on a roll I'm headed home Before the heads start to roll In over my head and I'm catching fire I'm headed home From the tip of my head to the tip of my toes Tip of a thorn on the stem of a rose Fanning the flame of a fire You people are screwed people And you people are cool people But you people look better with a bottle of wine You people are mine Catching fire I'm catching fire Just like the smoke in your eyes, like a burning highrise I'm catching fire I'm headed home