Staring At The Fire

I've always had trouble staying still

I stand next to what I hate just for the thrill

Spent the first quarter of my life on a million dollar bill

'Cause I can't stop staring at the fire

We've got our crosses and our buildings, built 'em tall

And my book's another brick inside the wall

We sure make ourselves feel busy, but we don't do much at all

Except sit around and stare at the fire

And the protesters have gathered in the streets

Opposite, a block full of police

But they both have the same problem with God as you and me

It's that they can't stop staring at the fire

Watch it burn, burn, burn

Watch it burn, burn, burn

Watch it burn, burn, burn

Watch it burn, burn, burn

Went to an ashram a million miles from here

An old man on a blanket appeared

He waved me to come closer, and he whispered in my ear

"Son, you've got to stop staring at the fire"

But all my ego trips come in flocks

And they tell me, "Kid, it's really not that hot"

Take your anxiety and your guilt, just throw it all on top

Now I can't stop standing in the fire

Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn

Oh, watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn, burn, burn