Incinerator, what have you done this time? I heard the air raid siren go off To settle attraction, you like to subdivide Don't you want shelter from your desire? A place to hide Incinerator, this is not about sex It's about a personal scent You like to watch me and I like to disappear Electrical contact, a broken Tass of the Stratosphere Incinerator, go on and go right through me Have your search and tell me what you find That I'm made of fire and you'll never get to me I don't have your number, 'cause I can't count to eternity Incinerator