When I'm holdin’ my guitar
You make me feel like a star
And I love each and every one of you
You would understand
If you were in my shoes
You’d be scared and angry too
Would you be friends with me
Would you be scared of me
If you saw me on the street
Would you even care about me
Give a shit about me
Would you even notice me

When I'm walkin’ down the street
The heats on me
The flame gets higher
I'm too close to the fire
I'm too close to the fire

Are you O.K. with being quiet
You say it all with your silence
‘Cause it’s not happening to you
When you're the one they blame
And your pictures in the frame
You’re faced with the cold hard truth

Should we burn it all down
Let it fall to the ground
I’ve got the devil at my door
Like Mississippi in ‘64

The flame gets higher
I'm too close to the fire
Too close to the fire
Hey, hey
Too close to the fire
Look out