(Composição: Chris Cornell, Tom Morello, Tim Commerford, Brad Wilk) He was standing at the rock Gathering the flock And getting there with no directions And underneath the arch, it turned into a march And there he found the spark to, set this fucker off Set it off Set it off now children Set it right Set it off Set it off now children Alright Set it off Set it off now chldren Set a fire Set it off Set it off now children Suddenly a shot Ripped into his heart He lay in need of some attention And there he played his card Going into shock The last thing that he said was, set this fucker off Set it off Set it off now children Set it right Set it off Set it off now children Alright Set it off Set it off now children Set a fire Set it off Set it off now children Alright, alright, alright. Alright, alright, alright Jesus at the back door Everything is all right All we need is some direction Every time the wind blows, everything you don't know Turns into a revelation And it all adds up inside your head Time is wasting Set it off Set it off now children Set it right Set it off Set it off now children Alright Set it off Set it off now children Set a fire Set it off Set it off now children Alright, alright, alright. Alright, alright, alright
