My dear friend was a shy boy who had lost his mother
He had an certain energy that came out drinking
We talked over firelight on freezing beaches
Sometimes he would open up and share his beliefs

Staring into embers come the memories
Staring into fire makes the old dick rise up
Staring into embers come the fantasies
Stepping into fire makes the skin all crack up

When his shift ends he's as sober as his drunken treck to work
Sleepless as a Tommy in the bunker on the 13th day
What drives the Red Dragon in becoming such a force of will?
There's a box of matches in your bedroom waiting

This lizard is dressed for rampage
This crotchless visitation
This invasion of cellars
Our larceny is dead

He's still looking through the smoke
The Red Dragon is becoming
But what becomes of art
When you hold this match to -?

I offer one hundred prayers for your safety
Find help in Ezekial 7:11
I offer one hundred prayers for your safety
Find some help in Genesis 6:20

Staring into embers come the memories
Staring into fire makes the old dick rise up
Staring into embers come the fantasies
Stepping into fire makes the skin all crack up

Manager is driving him to masturbate in the storeroom
Sleep will only come will only come will never come will never
What drives the Red Dragon in becoming such a force of will?
There's a box of matches in your bedroom waiting

This lizard is tooled up ready
This crotchless sparing system
This invasion of our heads
Our larceny is dead

He's still looking through the smoke
The Red Dragon is becoming
But what becomes of art
When you hold this match to -?

I offer one hundred prayers for your safety
Find help in Job 12:11 and Psalms 2:12
I offer one hundred prayers for your safety
Find help in Deuteronomy 11:19

Staring into embers come the memories
Staring into fire makes the old dick rise up
Staring into embers come the fantasies
Stepping into fire makes the skin all crack up

Shy boy steps outside before the pilgrimage gets underway
Such an intense feeling to light up the city's hidden rooms
What drives the Red Dragon in becoming such as force of will?
There's a box of matches in the cellar waiting

I couldn't take your pornographic ways
I couldn't take the drunken fits
I couldn't take your shit
Our larceny is dead

You're still looking through the smoke
The Red Dragon is becoming
But what becomes of art
When you hold this match to heart?