It`s a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we`re sinking, it ain`t
cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of ego cultivation, n` I`m
rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies, is it really all about the size or just a simple vice...
Oh, and it makes the news
Oh, cos it sings the blues
I feel the fire flare alight inside me
Higher so I can see
N` aspire to survive this fight in spite of
Liars and travesty
Oh fire
Did you think that I`d blink, that I`d go and take the ink to your control, that I`d sell my soul, and
does it ring any bells that it sells that we`re living out of shells in a shotgun, if we couldn`t shoot,
we`d have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines, so we can die looking like
we`re teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens...
Oh, and the ones we choose
Oh, witch hunting fools
I feel the fire...
Look there it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again
Fire flare alight inside me...
Fire, return my joy cos I`m so
Tired, tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the
Ire and Irony
Oh fire Send " Fire" Ringtone to your Cell