Burn the Heather

I hear the tales of both cities
Of light pockets and heavy hearts
Where flesh meets lead
And unchained souls are torn apart

Burn the heather
Burn the heather

Down the boogie path
Passive puppets
That smiling mortician
Writhing within

Burn the heather
Burn the heather

Mother of oasis
Slips her hand around your throat
Flooding gasoline, mush your head
Trembling trigger finger and salivating minds
You make the bearing clouds weep
Inching ever closer to your familiar pride and joy
You start switching your hard truths to mousetrap teeth

Burn the heather
Burn the heather
Burn the heather
Burn the heather