Fire on the Mountain

There's a fire on the mountain and it's burning down
All the wrath up in the heavens like a thorny crown
Well the sun it has been blinded, and the sky fell down
In a flash we'll boil like butter and pass without a sound

And we will hang a thousand paper cranes above the door
And be a study of just what two people can ignore
And the blood that's shed to crush the serpent's head
Will soil the floor
And we'll make streaks from couch to kitchen
'Til the coming of the lord

Oh the vampires in the highrise, well they brought the drought
Well the dark end of the market turns our pockets out
And that red and bloody dream, man, we've all heard about it
It may kill you in the process, but can you live without it?

And we will hang a thousand paper cranes above the door
And be a study of just what two people can ignore
And the blood that's shed to crush the serpent's head
Will soil the floor
And we'll make streaks from couch to kitchen
'Til the coming of the lord
Yeah, we'll make streaks from couch to kitchen
'Til the coming of the lord