Monday, January 30, 2006

FEATS OF FIRE

Andre' don't like it in Siberia
He just kept writin' inflammatory things
Now the cold wind blows in through his fountain pen
But he won't stop if he has to scratch in stone
No, he won't stop till his flesh turns into bone

The Bishop don't like the King and all his men
Who checkmate without letting you move
In the game they play the white side always wins
But soon the Bishop will take the castle down
He and all the pawns will tear it from the ground

CHORUS
Feats of fire
You just can't stop the burnin' that'll keep them goin'
Feats of fire (Fire now!)
They're gonna bring down the ones that have kept them down
Feats of fire
Till ashen cinders
Of broken princes
Fall in crumbled pieces

Ho Chi Minh sits chattin' with George Washington,
Jesus and Susan B. Anthony
And the cloud they've sat on has blue sky closin' in
It'll break the mist and they'll fall down in a rain
Yes, they'll come on down and wash away the pain

CHORUS
CHORUS

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