Turpentine Video (MV)

In a town that's been on fire since 1964
Soaked in turpentine it bathes my inner child so
The audience of this event
Slicked up in crisco and fancy condiments
Can come enjoy the show
We can stare into the sun
In the bowels of the sky
We can spit into the wind
It can hit you in the eye
In a town that's been on fire since 1964
Keeps my baby warm and lights my cigarettes when I'm alone
But now the audience
Has come for what they're owed and I am choking now
We reap what we sow
We can stare into the sun
In the bowels of the sky
We can spit into the wind
It can hit you in the eye