Acetylene - Wussy

This is not a home

This is an apartment

Surrounded by the things accumulated here

This is not a dream

This is disappointment

Pop a cork alone to toast another year

Baby, we could burn so free

If only you would turn your acetylene on me

Sorta like a cell

Kinda like a prison

Spend a lot of time in solitary there

Pamphlet on the door

Declaring he is risen

Too far out to know, too far gone to care

Baby, we could burn so free

If only you would turn your acetylene on me