Dance, locust, dance The prophets shrug their shoulders as Calamity's child lost her head In the bell of the trumpet's blast I know you just want to be on fire Jam, radio, jam Power to the pirate stations Broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement I know you just want to be on fire The good morning comes like a hit-and-run With a marmalade sun for everyone I know you just want to be on fire Staring at the sun will only make you blind But a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
