Triangles you re not seeing

Who is standing round the corner waiting for somebody new?
Who is wearing white tight leather, teaching kids to screw the fools?
There are triangles you're not seeing, habits that destroy our feelings...
There are people in disguise, hiding life like it's a lie...

Fire this place and burn it to ash,
You're worth nothing...
Fire this place, burn it all down,
You're worth nothing,
Nothing at all...

Getting pleasure from the creeps, that wear tight leather,skinny jeans.
Knowing you, I thought you'd break, every bone to stay awake...

You're the worst one on the block, seeing ghosts sit on rough rocks
Playing their Gibson guitars, breaking them, like they are trash...

Fire this place and burn it to ash,
You're worth nothing...
Fire this place, burn it all down
You're worth nothing,
Nothing at all...

Trying to make a sound worth hearing, end up with nothing,
Trembling rhythms you're not believing, you're getting something,
Spending the dollars, on heroin donors that live right next door,
Seems like the end in the face of your debt is 'bout to explode...

Fire this place and burn it to ash,
You're worth nothing...
Fire this place, burn it all down
You're worth nothing,
Nothing at all...