Set It Off (Live at the Quart Festival-Fade Edit)

We were standing at the rock

Gathering the flock

Getting there with no directions

And underneath the arch

It turned into a march

And there we found the spot to set this fucker off

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set it right

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Alright

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set a fire

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Suddenly a shot

Ripped into his heart

And then he needed some attention

And there he played his card

Going into shock

The last thing that he said was set this fucker off

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set it right

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Alright

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set a fire

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Jesus at the back door

Everything is alright

All we need is some direction

Everytime the wind blows

Everything you don't know

Turns into a revelation

And it all adds up inside your head

Time is wasted

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set it right

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Alright

Set if off

Set it off, my children

Set a fire

Set it off

Set it off, my children

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright

Alright