King Buffalo
Kerosene
My skin is crawlin' in kerosene
Achin' and tired, and burnin' green
My lungs are chokin' on her breath
I recognize, those empty eyes

I feel her bite into my flesh
Those crooked teeth, twisted and clean
The stale horizon on her breath
I will burn it down, to the dusty ground

Oh, as the embers fade into the eastern sky
Oh, as the ashes kiss the sun, oh how I'll rise again

Oh, embers fallin' from her crimson eye
Oh, as thunder roars through the searing sky
Oh, I look into the western sun
Oh, as the flames crash down