Lighter Fluid Absolution

Check... One-two...
Spark the flint, watch the world turn black.
No priests, no popes... Just a flick of the thumb.

Crack the seal on hypocrisy's jar
Smell the cheap cologne of a fallen czar
Patriot's prayer on a Friday night
Burn the flag just to feel alive
Seven sins in a gasoline cup
One cheap thrill and the flames go up
No confessional box can hold this screech
Just a Zippo's click within my reach

The smoke curls up like a serpent's lie
Tastes like redemption... or a cheap French fry

Holy fire from a plastic lighter!
Burning off the shame of the crooked prior!
Indulgence for the soul... for a dollar ninety-nine!
Watch the ashes fall, I feel divine!
(Shout!) Ignite!
(Shout!) Alright!
Sacrilege has never felt so right!

Inquisition's dead, but the pyre's in stock
Just a thumb-wheel spin and a toxic shock
Burn the guilt, burn the debt, burn the neighbor's fence
Holy water boils with no consequence
Cremate the past in a cheap tin can
Spit on fate, I'm a self-made man
No angel weeps, no demon groans
Just the crackle of my burning bones

The smoke curls up like a serpent's lie
Tastes like absolution... or a cheap French fry

Holy fire from a plastic lighter!
Burning off the shame of the crooked prior!
Indulgence for the soul... for a dollar ninety-nine!
Watch the ashes fall, I feel divine!
(Shout!) Ignite!
(Shout!) Alright!
Sacrilege has never felt so right!

Click... Flick... Whoosh!
Dear St. Peter, please hold the line...
My receipt is burning...
...But the barcode's fine!

Holy fire from a plastic lighter!
Burning off the shame of the crooked prior!
Indulgence for the soul... for a dollar ninety-nine!
Watch the ashes fall, I feel divine!
(Shout!) Ignite!
(Shout!) Alright!
Sacrilege has never felt so right!

Spark it up! (Burn it!)
Spark it up! (Scorch it!)
No heaven, no hell, just the gas station bell!
Lighter fluid absolution!
Lighter fluid absolution!
...Pass the gas!