From the Austere Masters Roadhouse There's a lot of noise going on Some don't like the music they're playing Some are dancing to a whole new song When you're on fire Baby you gotta Baby you gotta Baby you gotta roll The waiters dress in a nervous breakdown Kate Moss is out cutting the lawn Vice grips the congregation If you don't feel connected there is something wrong When you're on fire Baby you You gotta roll When you're on fire you gotta roll You can take what you want Everything is free You can come right in Pay when you leave If you can leave Lights, camera, narcotics Erection You gotta feel The procession Come for a year or an hour Far away from where Tomatoes are flowers