Napalm

It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night
I've got a fist full of fireworks, I wanna try and set things right
I lost my inhibition, I think I may have lost my wallet too
In this dying land of plenty, there's a whole lot of nothing to do
I'm Billy Pilgrim, you're a Dresden doll
They carpet bombed the city, thank god they spared the mall
Let's hold a vigil for the kinda, sorta innocent
I guess I should defend your virtue, but the truth is I'm still on the fence
And old Heinrich Himmler, he never broke the law
Well, technically speaking, ask Sam Peckinpah
Sometimes you need a vigilante, if you wanna get a just thing done
And I don't wanna kill nobody, whose only crime is worshiping the sun
Breakfast of Napalm
Burnt down the place where I belong
Our travels make love
And they've gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on
And I've got bad nostalgia for what came before
Sad re-enactments of our civil war
My heartache is obsessive, I just wish that I could let it go
But there's a mountain down in Georgia, with a kick-ass laser light show
And I can always convince you, you're just like Patty Hearst
Oh you're sympathetic, baby, when I'm at my worst
I don't want to brainwash you, I just wish that you would change your tune
'Cause I've been gunning for redemption, and I think I'll hit the bullseye soon
Chartreuse and menthols
Burnt down the town that we were from
I lost my true love
To a three alarm fire
They tried to put out with a squirt gun
Sing little child like a nightingale
Sing little child, send the anthrax through the mail
I wanna know you, I wanna know if you are true
'Cause the closer I get to you, is the further that I feel from you
Breakfast of Napalm
Burnt down the place where we belong
Our travels make love
And they've gotta keep it secret
Yeah they've gotta keep it secret
Yeah they've gotta keep it secret
They still do it with the lights on