Helena

I was born dead, mama told me She said the devils, they didn't want me And they left me behind for her to hold And she said no one could see me I was invisible to everybody And we would have revenge for what they stole She said fire was how we'd make 'em pay As I ran across the fields, she would scream Light it up, son Light it up, son Light it up She would send me in with the matches I would burn that shit down to ashes And I would crawl out of the flames Back into her arms And she was right, no one could see me I was her ghost, I was her banshee And in our wake, we watched Montana burn Somehow, they figured out that it was her But it only made us run faster Light it up, son Light it up, son Light it up, oh Light it up Well, she was tired of the chase She decided that we would make our peace See, I'd been born dead and she was jealous the whole time So she tied us both to the stairwell Made me light one last farewell I could still hear her crying through the flames And when the Helena police arrived at the scene It must have burned away my invisibility They pulled me out, not a scratch, they couldn't believe Just a loose rope wrapped around me, not tied to anything Light it up, son Light it up, son Light it up, oh, oh Light it up, oh, oh