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Riding on the fire
The flames can get real high
As you’re running down the halls
But you’re to blame
For lighting up the match
For fastening the latch
And putting in the call
Wasted money on the side
Sirens, whistles, all in line
Chorus:
These violent times (what’s happening?)
These senseless crimes (what’s happening?)
Seeing all the signs
Of a dream that will define…
But soon you will deny
And everything: the promise of the skies
You’re a victim of the times
A writing on the stall
Wasted money on the side
Sirens, whistles, all in line
Chorus:
These violent times (what’s happening?)
These senseless crimes (what’s happening?)