Funeral Pyre - The Jam
Written by：Bruce Foxto
Down in amongst the streets tonight
Books will burn people laugh and cry in their turmoil
Turmoil turns rejoiceful
Shed your fears and lose your guilt
Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those who led
Pissing their selves laughing
And the flames grew
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
We feast on flesh and drink on blood
Live by fear and despise love in a crisis
What with today's high prices
Bring some paper and bring some wood
Bring what's left of all your love for the fire
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
And as I was standing by the edge
I could see the faces of those who led
Pissing their selves laughing
And the flames grew
Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said
The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger
In the funeral pyre
We'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
I'll watch the flames grow higher
But if you get too burnt
You can't come back home
In the funeral pyre
So old when I feel so young
We'll watch the flames grow higher
Can't grow up to meet
But if you get too burnt
So old when I feel so young
You can't come back home
Can't grow up to meet the demands
In the funeral pyre
Feel so old when I feel so young
Well I
Just can't grow up
To meet the demands
Well I
Feel so old
When I feel so young
Well I
Just can't grow up
To meet the demands
Well I
Just can't grow up
To meet the demands
