TORCH THE PLACE: lets get the hell out of here / these walls are about to collapse / their bricks are caked with fear / theyre letting off a noxious gas / its piercing my lungs like surgical steel / its putting me to sleep at the wheel / lets get the fuck out of sight / before this ride home is the last / do you want to slip out at night? / we can fit our lives into one bag / and Ill swing it over my shoulder / you and me, baby, we can disappear / or would you rather we torch the place / light the fumes I already taste / hijack an eighteen wheeler and ride it all the way to the border / where Ill swing you over my shoulder / and you and me, baby, we will disappear