BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE by Talking Heads [1983]

Watch out, you might get what you're after

Cool babies, strange but not a stranger

I'm an ordinary guy

Burning down the house

Hold tight, wait 'till the party's over

Hold tight, we're in for nasty weather

There has got to be a way

Burning down the house

Heres your ticket pack your bag, time for jumpin' overboard

The transportation is here

Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are

Fightin' fire with fire

All wet, hey you might need a raincoat

Shakedown, dreams walking in broad daylight

Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees

Burning down the house

It was once upon a place, sometimes I listen to myself

Gonna come in first place

People on their way to work, "baby what did you except?"

Gonna burst into flame

My house, sout of the ordinary

That's might, don't want to hurt nobody

Some things sure can sweep me off my feet

Burning down the house

No visible means of support, and you have not seen nothin' yet

Everything's stuck together

I don't know what you expect, starring into the TV set

Fighting fire with fire

Burning down the house

Written by David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth.