When You're On Fire Baby, Roll

From the Austere Masters Roadhouse There抯 a lot of noise going on Some don抰 like the music they抮e playing Some are dancing to a whole new song When you抮e on fire Baby you gotta Baby you gotta Baby you gotta roll The waiters dress in a nervous breakdown Kate Moss is out cutting the lawn Vice grips the congregation If you don抰 feel connected there is something wrong When you抮e on fire Baby you You gotta roll When you抮e on fire you gotta role You can take what you want Everything is free You can come right in Pay when you leave If you can leave Lights, camera, narcotics Erection You gotta feel The procession Come for a year or an hour Far away from where Tomatoes are flowers