Black clouds plume in the rearview. Red moon risin' up ahead. The fire burns down the hills towards town. Soon they'll be evacuating. Get out now. There's gas upon the ground. This house will soon burn down from these flaming tongues. Walked in the door. TV at a roar. Kings we've elected to rule us. The smell of fumes filled the room. You could not hear what we’re saying. Get out now. There's gas upon the ground. This house will soon burn down from these flaming tongues. From these flaming tongues. Love lead the way. We'll drive through the night. Don't look back as we leave our home behind. His truth is always changing. Fear the narrative. Sadness has become the flint.