Fire on our hill. Burning all the Earth. Burning up the telephone wire. Burning all these words Like "Crackle, crackle, kill you." Like "Crackle, crackle, burn you." Like "Crackle, crackle, stay in school." Like "Crackle, crackle, sing your songs." And Lord I hear you And maybe I might think about Last year's hose down And all the things we talked about Bum bum Fire on our hill Burning up the back stairs Burning all my Sunday schools Burning till I hear them words Like "Crackle, crackle, kill you." Like "Crackle, crackle, burn you." Like "Crackle, crackle, learn to drive." Like "Crackle, crackle, sing your songs." And lord I hear you And maybe I might think about All my bad burns And too many burials Bum bum