Incinerator, what have you done this time?
I heard the air raid siren go off
To settle attraction, you like to subdivide
Don't you want shelter from your desire? A place to hide
Incinerator, this is not about s**
It's about a personal scent
You like to watch me and I like to disappear
Electrical contact, a broken Ta** of the Stratosphere
Incinerator, go on and go right through me
Have your search and tell me what you find
That I'm made of fire and you'll never get to me
I don't have your number, 'cause I can't count to eternity
Incinerator