Here is a man with his head on fire
He’s been trying too hard to hold his chin up higher
And next to him are people standing in a line
Next to him is a fence or some city’s skyline

What’s next to him doesn’t matter much
It's always changing and he doesn't care to keep up
He doesn't care or try to, that's just a waste of time
What’s in line doesn’t matter, his line is online

This man was a boy who kicked up daisies
Now he watches his friends push them up, it's not pretty
He doesn’t kick them or pick them or push them up
He stomps on and ruins them for what they come from

So he walks down his line with his head on fire
He teaches how to stay cool and stay for a while
And about his line, how to stay on the right side
And to carpe noctem because the sun will rise