I'm a burn out Right down the filter Ashes and embers are all that remain Of a good man Right down to the letter That never would settle when it all sounds the same Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite Still hypnotized by fire Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight 'Cause I'm the last of my kind I had no choice It's the blood runnin' through me Since the day I was born I've had something to prove I made a big noise Then faded to silence 'Til all that was left were the nails and the screws Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite Still hypnotized by fire Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight 'Cause I'm the last of my kind Still light the fuse on your stick of dynamite Still hypnotized by fire Try to put me out and I'll keep putting up a fight 'Cause I'm the last of my kind I'm a burn out I'm down to the filter Ashes to ashes and dust to dust