From the Austere Masters Roadhouse
   There’s a lot of noise going on
   Some don’t like the music they’re playing
   Some are dancing to a whole new song
   When you’re on fire
   Baby you gotta
   Baby you gotta Baby you gotta roll
  
   The waiters dress in a nervous breakdown
   Kate Moss is out cutting the lawn
   Vice grips the congregation
   If you don’t feel connected there is something wrong
  
   When you’re on fire
   Baby you
   You gotta roll
   When you’re on fire you gotta role
  
   You can take what you want
   Everything is free
   You can come right in
   Pay when you leave
   If you can leave
   Lights, camera, narcotics
   Erection
   You gotta feel
   The procession
   Come for a year or an hour
   Far away from where
   Tomatoes are flowers