Does anyone know what it's like to burn
To have your flesh blister like a white hot sun
To feel your nerve endings popping
Skin ablaze with the fire not stopping
Your left leg on fire, wish you were dreaming
Your foot a ball of flame and you keep on screaming
But exactly what was your crime
Only being at the wrong place at the wrong time
So years on this is how the story goes
You got severe scarring and lost two toes
This story is true, it's for me to tell
It's left me slightly unhinged, I've been through hell
So life's a mess, getting women? I'm out of luck
If you don't like looking at me, I don't give a fuck
It's okay for you, you can just walk away
For me, I have to live with it every day
To have your flesh blister like a white hot sun
To feel your nerve endings popping
Skin ablaze with the fire not stopping
Your left leg on fire, wish you were dreaming
Your foot a ball of flame and you keep on screaming
But exactly what was your crime
Only being at the wrong place at the wrong time
So years on this is how the story goes
You got severe scarring and lost two toes
This story is true, it's for me to tell
It's left me slightly unhinged, I've been through hell
So life's a mess, getting women? I'm out of luck
If you don't like looking at me, I don't give a fuck
It's okay for you, you can just walk away
For me, I have to live with it every day
Copyright Chris Smith 1997/revised 2003
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