Woorden: Natalie Merchant. Motherland. This House Is On Fire.

This house is on fire!

Well, kick off your boots, come and sit a spell, listen to my worry, come and listen well. All you better best come and lean in boys, I don't dare to raise my voice. I've been sitting here for the longest time reading all the warning and the danger signs.

But, I don't have the gift of the prophesy, telling everybody how it's gonna be.

Soon come, soon come the day this tinderbox is gonna blow in your face.

But, I don't have the gift of the prophesy, telling everybody how it's gonna be. You go passing wrong for right and right for wrong, people only stand for that for just so long.

It's all gonna catch like a house on fire, spark and evil blaze and burn higher.

But, I don't have the gift of the prophesy, telling everybody how it's gonna be. You go passing wrong for right and write for wrong, people only stand for that for just so long. But, I don't have the gift of the prophesy, telling everybody how it's gonna be. There's a wild fire catching in the whip of the wind that could start a conflagration like there has never been.

This house is on fire!