Black clouds plume
In the rearview
Red moon risin' up ahead
The fire burns down
The hills towards town
Soon they'll be evacuating
Get out now
There's gas upon the ground
And this house will soon burn down
From these flaming tongues
Walked in the door
TV at a roar
Kings we've elected to rule us
The smell of fumes
Filled the room
You could not hear what we're saying
Get out now
There's gas upon the ground
And this house will soon burn down
From these flaming tongues
From these flaming tongues
Love lead the way
We'll drive through the night
Don't look back as we leave our home behind
His truth is always changing
Fear the narrative
Sadness has become the flint