Burning Down The House




Watch out
You might get what you’re after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight
Wait till the party’s over
Hold tight
We’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here’s your ticket, pack your bag
Time for jumping overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far
Maybe you know where you are
Fighting fire with fire

All wet
Here, you might need a raincoat
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hundred, sixty-five degrees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place
Sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work
Say “baby, what did you expect”
Gonna burst into flame

Burning down the house

My house
S’out of the ordinary
That’s right
Don’t want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support
And you have not seen nothing yet
Everything’s stuck together
I don’t know what you expect
Staring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire


By The Talking Heads