The Gardes - Pyromania Is for Lovers Lyrics

I want to start a fire in your liver or your spleen
So you can see all the semantics coming in between
I want to start a fire in your cuticle
So you will finally leave your cubicle

Doo doo doo doot dooh

I want to start a fire in your closed third eye
So you can stop and ask your parents why
I want to start a fire on your parents' front porch
So we can watch it burn and scorch

Doo doo doo doot dooh

O-S-C-A-R M-A-Y-E-R
O-S-C-A-R M-A-Y-E-R
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
B-O-L-O-G-N-A
G-N-A
G-N-A
Gee Whiz

I want to start a fire in your medulla oblongata
I'm sorry if I have to leave but I gotta
I want to start a fire in your nasal cavity
So you can finally understand brevity

Doo doo doo doot dooh

I want to start a fire in your pinky toe
So we can take it fast and not slow
I want to start a fire in your molar tooth
So you can stop telling lies, start telling truth

Doo doo doo doot dooh