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It is probably the hardest thing that anyone would want to do;

to live through insanity;

when all your options are on fire,

and you're flying in the blue.

There is a taste of metal in the language

there are razors in your shoe.

And time seems to be running so slow.

And you're racing down the ally

and you're screaming like a train.

And you think you are Orion

and you're running in the rain.

And everybody is kind of frightened

because you think you are insane

as you're yelling out obscenities

coupled with a name.

And you're moving like a rocket

and you're screaming like a train.

And the tracks taste like metal

as your moving toward a mountain.

And your options are falling by the wayside;

because you're running all alone.

You know, I am a Monk on Fire!

I am burning for me and I am burning for you.

I am burning for all the people oppressed by puppets in power.

I am burning for all the flowers of beauty

that are already on fire.

I am a Monk on Fire!

If you hear a word that has no meaning,

that word is me.

If you hear a word that is out of context,

that word is me.

Just ask me my name and I will answer:

Amen! I say: Amen Brother!

If you want to see me just look over your shoulder

I will be that man standing in the middle of the street --

Oblivious!

I am a Monk on Fire!

and I am burning for you and I am burning for me.

I am burning for all that is right and beautiful in the world.

I am burning for all that is wrong and unjust in the world.

I am burning for all the people oppressed by puppets in power

and I am burning for all the flowers of beauty that are already on fire.

I am a Monk On Fire!

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