Firepile lyrics
by Throwing Muses



This is him, when I beginCall him tied, call him takenCall him anything but shakenCall him wasted, call him shavedCall him anything by madeCall that firepile a homeDon't give away the endI come backI rush to waitWhere the pavement starts to crackI put my foot downThe sidewalk's so hotThink of all the junkI could lay my hands onPurify my heartThat firepile's your homeYour baby's running fasterCount the times I left my clothes outCount the tires one more timeCount the times I let the air outThat firepile's your homeAnd you're mine