I gave myself to the city
I wanna breathe dirty air
I got myself real pretty
I fixed up my hair
And when that dancehall's set to break
I wanna leave with the best I know
When that anger takes its shape
I will be leaving the best in show

Give me your time
I'll give you plenty of mine
Or give me something to burn
I'm tired of waiting my turn
I'll give you fire, fire, fire, fire
Smoking, broken
Windows, limbos
Anything you wanna try

The sky is falling, so pull up a chair
Everyone's watching like nobody cares
The queen of fashion, ahead of her time
Whatever happens, the pleasure is mine

I'm picking up the pieces
Of that stained glass pane
And as my speed increases
I strip off my shame
Slip the hook right off the bait
I'm a machine running self control
Got a tongue that doesn't quite translate
To look in somebody else's bowl

Give me the vine
And I'll give you the wine
Bring anything that will burn
And you'll get fire in return
We're starting fire, fire, fire, fire
Blazing, razing
Hell now, well now
Anything that caught your eye
Anything that caught your eye

The sky is falling, so pull up a chair
Everyone's watching like nobody cares
The queen of fashion, ahead of her time
Whatever happens, the pleasure is mine

The sky is falling, so pull up a chair
Everyone's watching like nobody cares
The queen of fashion, ahead of her time
Whatever happens, the pleasure is mine

I'll send them to freedom
I'll send them to freedom

The sky is falling, so pull up a chair
Everyone's watching like nobody cares
The queen of fashion, ahead of her time
Whatever happens, the pleasure is mine

The sky is falling, so pull up a chair
Everyone's watching like nobody cares
The queen of fashion, ahead of her time
Whatever happens, the pleasure is all mine

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Alexander James Trimble, Garret Noel Lee, Kevin Stephen Baird, Samuel Matthew Halliday