Streets On Fire

Tonight, tonight, tonight [Matthew Santos] The stars are alive, and the path is colliding the plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling the fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us their perils are goners, no children to mourn us it's driving me crazy this whore is my lady we've lost all our babies and God is amazing the tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer the pimp and the riser your cross there you'll find her hey, hey [CHORUS] Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers streets are on fire tonight [Lupe][Verse 1] Disease the virus is spreading in all directions no safe zone no cure and no protection no symptoms define the signs of an infection no vaccines, remedies, and no corrections Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections don't let them in not a friend not a reflection everybody's got it and want you to have it next and don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception no pill can heal the ill of this sickness some are still in doubt of its existence some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance the poor say the rich have the cure the rich say the poor are the source revolutionaries say it's physiological war invented by the press, just to have something to report some say the first case came from a maternity ward some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores and everybody is sure the scientist say it only affects the mind the little boy said it only affects the girls the preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul a bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world. [CHORUS] [Verse 2] Believe some say the neon signs by the loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine; a subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience of a popus with no knowledge and every freedom denied every dream is designed and broadcasted from the masters to the masses from the antennas on the top of the shrines refine the receiver and plant it during the panic and short it, it reports back everything in your mind, everything is lying everything is dying, everything is a rule everything is a crime, everything was here then everything rewind the new weather burned the feathers off everything flying (And she likes it, and she loves it) the sadness, the madness, the bash it the lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes everything intertwined my femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel once caught her changing the batteries in her halo receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for and the address to the factory where they made those scientist said she's all inside my mind the little boy said what happened to all the girls the preacher man said she's going to kill off your soul the dope boy said it's the whole wide world [CHORUS]