Squeaky

Somewhere in those wicked woods
 You build your fire
 And somehow in those foolish floods
 You keep it dry
 Idiots blow their wasted wind
 But it burns so bright
 Some time in that lonely life
 You've become the night
 Now somewhere there's a little star
 In the big black sky
 And somehow in that endless void
 You see its light
 And spinning around its burning core
 There could be some life
 Looking up at you
 For answers in the night
 Hot potato armageddon
 Good and evil, now wait a minute
 What a stinkin' time
 Just to be alive
 All the people keep forgetting
 A piece of bread, yeah, tuck it in your cheek
 For a rainy day
 Yeah, but you get rainy weeks
 You're a busted wheel, babe
 But you never squeak
 So they pass you over every time they sweep
 But your signal fire is buried deep
 In those wicked woods that you like to keep
 So you throw your body upon the heap
 And the flames surround you from head to feet
 And it's boiling over as the fire leaps
 You embrace a grove of surrounding trees
 And you feel it spreading like warm disease
 And we all turn toward you to face the heat
 Become the fire, fire
 Become the fire, fire
 Become the fire, fire
 Become the fire, fire
 Fire
 Fire
 Fire
 Fire