We throw our bodies on the fire and we die
Settle into ashes as the flames keep burning high
We tossed and spread the kerosene and alcohol
The ethylene ignited cardboard homes

The second in as many years
Street signs, skyscrapers and names
State street, what a great street
The places and the people stayed the same

Winter beats the summer on the worst ones
I fall in love again on the first ones
Carbon vapor lines burn as a grid
Like the burning summer evenings, like my fingertips did
Like the burning summer evenings, like my fingertips did

This town is choking on our filth, obstinate displays of wealth
Clog our Lincoln, Wicker, Rogers parks, here's to your health
Chicago, fiddle as we burn
Nevermore, nevertheless, build it up and tear it down and never learn