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