Napalm

It's a quixotic quest on a hot summer's night

I got a fistful of fireworks

I'm gonna try and set things right

I lost my inhibitions

I think I may have lost my wallet too

This dying land of plenty

There's a whole lot of nothing to do

Oh, I'm Billy Pilgrim you're a Dresden doll

They carpet bomb 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 as Sam Peckinpah

Sometimes you need a vigilante if you want to get adjusting done

And I don't want to kill nobody

'Cause only crime is worshiping the sun

Breakfast of napalm

Burn down the place where I belong

Our travels, make love

And they gotta keep it secret

They still do it with the lights on

And I got bad nostalgia for what came before

Sad reenactments of a 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 kickass laser light show

And I can always convice you you're just like Patty Hearst

Or 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

Burn 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 me anthrax through the mail

I wanna to know you, I wanna know if you are true

Because the closer I get to you is the further that I feel from you

Breakfast of napalm

Burn down the place where we belong

Our travels, make love

And they gotta keep the secret

They gotta keep it secret

They gotta keep it secret

They still do it with the lights on