We are the writers
of our own imagination
We are the actors
On our own life set

Break character and we'll break your neck
Break character and we'll break your neck
Try to run away and we'll fake your death
Try to run away and we'll fake your death

Fire on the stairs
Burning up the air
Gotta get out! Gotta get out....
Fire on the Stairs
Burning up the air
Gotta get out! Gotta get out.....

We are waiting
for our standing ovation
but you put a curse on us all
when you whispered Macbeth
but you put a curse on us all
when you whispered Macbeth

Fire on the stairs
Burning up the air
Gotta get out! Gotta get out...
Fire on the stairs
Burning up the air
Gotta get out! Gotta get out...

{there's nothing wrong with your television set
this is a pixie bell, it's inaudible to human ears.}