Inside A Fireball lyrics translation: HUNTERS AND COLLECTORS Inside A Fireball song texte and letras HUNTERS AND COLLECTORS Inside A Fireball tab, paroles and testo HUNTERS AND COLLECTORS Inside A Fireball Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Hey everybody - can`t you hear me call?
I`m standing in a the street inside a fireball
Tomorrow`s in the future - death is in the cradle
We`re all day dreaming at the breakfast table
Down Main Street with the dust in my lungs
The blisters on my shoulder - the end has just begun
I`m swimming in the heat when the rads his my tongue
The remnants of my children are having too much fun
Inside a fireball
Inside a fireball
There`s a big copper digger in the middle of town
The birds are on his head - the rags are hanging down
The grip on the grenade in his broken hand
As loose as the union`s on the hot red sand
Inside a fireball
Inside a fireball
`We will not die and it is no crime
Ya take the whole world upon ya shoulder
For the very last time`
Well I blasted my way through the barrier range
I ripped up the ground but nothing has changed
Bromide, sulphide, oxide, slag
We`re cleaning out the can with an oily rag
I`ll live on the dole or I`ll die in the dust
If they turn up the shift then strike we must
The company`s here but the money`s all gone
But I`m still digging, I`m still strong!
Inside a fireball
Inside a fireball
Hey everybody, can`t ya hear me call?
I`m standing in the street inside a fireball
Tomorrow`s in the future - death is in the cradle
You`re all chin waggin` around the conference table