Sitting up late
The ash in the grate
His pretty face goes prison pale
There's a shadow tapping on the window -
His old lover's come in from the wind and rain

And he dreams burning memories
The girl ain't at his door - he's just getting bored
Oh he can't refrain 'cos he's got it on the brain
Wants to see the bright lights, gonna do it again

Pyromaniac, ain't no turning back
Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches
Spread some on the ground, have a look around
Burn it to the ground and watch the engine's rushing, gushing
Totally written off but there's laughter at chaos

There's a white coat, traipsing up the hallway
They're gonna find a safe place for him to stay
There's a white coat, ear to the door
It's no good it's as quiet as it's ever been before

What a laugh, they think they've got him trapped -
They might as well relax, it's too late for the axe
Didn't want to be mad, didn't want to be old -
Can't see the bright lights for the smoke in the key-hole

Pyromaniac, ain't no turning back
Gonna make shralak and a heap of dead matches
Spread some on the ground, have a look around
Burn it to the ground and watch the engine's rushing, gushing
Totally written off but there's laughter at chaos