Chorus Singing oh, the flames are getting higher Oh, these walls are Catching Fire Oh, the flames are getting higher Oh, these walls are Catching Fire Hey!
Verse 1 Smack bang in the middle of we and our wits The poor are getting poorer and the rich are gettin' richer I'm the sister of a soldier, Daughter of a ghost With a mind for a'findin' who the enemy is Feeling of a'changin' hangin' in the wind Like a black smoke the people are rising You better be runnin' 'cause we're comin' like a bull at a gate We've been a'broken and a'beat into a better shape
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Verse 2 For many a year we bowed to your throne Served on a platter our blood and bone Workin' double time, Earnin' half the dime Born and bred in the arms of tryin' times, of blood and wine Put a bullet to the brain of dividing lines hey! To every storm there's a season, a reason Best believe we're fighting for freedom Dead men walkin' the streets, Oh Lord!
You better run son, You better run run You better run son, You better run run
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Middle 8 So let 'em burn, burn, burn For every son and daughter, Every mother and father Let 'em burn, burn, burn For every odd that never rolled out in our favour
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