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It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue<br/> | |||
Like a whip, and we're sinking<br/> | |||
Like a whip, and we're sinking | It ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool<br/> | ||
It ain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool | Of self evaluation, of ego cultivation<br/> | ||
Of self evaluation, of ego cultivation | N' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies<br/> | ||
N' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies | Is it really all about the size or just a simple vice...<br/> | ||
Is it really all about the size or just a simple vice... | |||
Oh, and it makes the news | Oh, and it makes the news<br/> | ||
Oh, cos it sings the blues | Oh, cos it sings the blues<br/> | ||
I feel the fire flare alight inside me | I feel the fire flare alight inside me<br/> | ||
Higher so I can see | Higher so I can see<br/> | ||
N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of | N' aspire to survive this fight in spite of<br/> | ||
Liars and travesty | Liars and travesty<br/> | ||
Oh fire | Oh fire<br/> | ||
Did you think that I'd blink, that I'd go and take the ink to your control | Did you think that I'd blink, that I'd go and take the ink to your control<br/> | ||
That I'd sell my soul | That I'd sell my soul<br/> | ||
And does it ring any bells that it sells | And does it ring any bells that it sells<br/> | ||
That we're living out of shells in a shotgun | That we're living out of shells in a shotgun<br/> | ||
If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run | If we couldn't shoot, we'd have to run<br/> | ||
And finally the cerebral fantasy | And finally the cerebral fantasy<br/> | ||
Better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we're teens | Better genes and machines, so we can die looking like we're teens<br/> | ||
Like snapshot scenes in smithereens... | Like snapshot scenes in smithereens...<br/> | ||
Oh, and the ones we choose | Oh, and the ones we choose<br/> | ||
Oh, witch hunting fools | Oh, witch hunting fools<br/> | ||
I feel the fire... | I feel the fire...<br/> | ||
Look there it is in the news again, yeah | Look there it is in the news again, yeah<br/> | ||
There it goes singing the blues again | There it goes singing the blues again<br/> | ||
Fire flare alight inside me... | Fire flare alight inside me...<br/> | ||
Fire, return my joy cos I'm so | Fire, return my joy cos I'm so<br/> | ||
Tired, tired of me | Tired, tired of me<br/> | ||
Inspire the weary eyed to see the | Inspire the weary eyed to see the<br/> | ||
Ire and Irony | Ire and Irony<br/> | ||
Oh fire | Oh fire | ||
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Revision as of 12:02, 16 March 2025
| "Fire" | |
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| Song by Poets of the Fall | |
| from the album Carnival of Rust | |
| Released | April 12, 2006 |
| Length | 3:59 |
| Label | Insomniac |
| BPM | 101 |
| Key | A D (TUF) single |
| Producer(s) | Poets of the Fall |
Fire is the first track on Poets of the Fall's 2006 second studio album Carnival of Rust.
Lyrics
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
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