Fire Department Station No. 3

How you tick Measure up the amount of damage In your firetruck Sounds of the city are awfully violent Baby I don't think it's luck Pen in the hand, oh she paints a pretty picture Of every child in her life Always looking, peering round the corners For that loss of life Can never tell any wrongs from an answer Oh you're hooked on strife Roll up your pants and lean a little further This house collapses tonight Walking under ladders to feel right Always mistreated by the divine Acceptance isn't what I need to find I don't need to lie How you tick How can someone just disappear Grief comes in waves, nothing compares Ice packs never seemed to do the trick But I'm understanding how you tick How you tick