Lob some spit at the window
Watch it run down the pane
It's only the guilty
Who concern themselves
With clearing their names
You bring tidings of hope,
False tidings
When you come here
There's two friends who did me wrong
That you're protecting
It's so clear
And when you speak it's those two
Who speak through you
Who'll speak for me?
The burning and the electricity
Sun goes down San Francisco
Friends are hard to find
Chew them up just as quick
As I can find them
Try to clear my mind
Remember hours at the table
Gauze flight light easing through
If there's one thing
That I'm not going to do tonight
It's die for you
'Cause when you speak it's those two
Who speak through you
Who'll speak for me
The burning and the electricity