Working with fire and steel
I could never keep a beat
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fa******on play your part
To be workers of red
To be workers
While all the time you dance around
And things get ****** and were to blame
And I couldn't think political blue
And motionless well slip away
Images are my thoughts too real