It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a toongue 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
And 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
And 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 yourcontrol, that I'd sell my soul
And does it ring any bells that i sells that we're living out of shells in a shotgun
If we coudln't shoot, we'd 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 they choose
Oh, witch hunting fools

- Solo -

There it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the blues again

Fire, flare alight inside me higher,
So I can see
And aspire to survive this fight in spite of liars, and travesty,
Oh fire, return my joy cause I'm so
Tired tired of me
Inspire the weary eyed to see the ire and irony,
Oh fire