Rain on My Fire

Fire
 Fire
 Set fire to my paper heart
 I'm tired of dancing in the dark
 Like a drum that's beating out of time
 To a song scribbled on your paper minds
 If you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 Oh no
 You can't rain on my fire
 Fire
 Fire
 You can't rain on my
 Can't rain on my
 Fire to my paper heart
 I don't like the shape it's carved
 If you flick it with your cigarette
 Watch it burn you down instead
 If you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 Oh no
 You can't rain on my fire
 Fire
 Fire
 You can't rain on my
 Can't rain on my fire
 Fire
 Fire
 You can't rain on my
 Can't rain on my
 If you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 And if you can't get your kicks from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics when they
 Burn
 You can't rain on my fire
 Fire
 Fire
 You can't rain on my
 Can't rain on my fire
 Fire
 Fire
 You can't rain on my
 Can't rain on my
 If you can't your tics from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks
 And if you can't get your tics from your politics
 Well then they can't get your tics
 When they pull their kicks