| I watch that open flame | |
| Bright light and beautiful orange | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| Dear God it’s calling my name | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| It was our job to make the money | |
| And it was he who took all the risks | |
| And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies | |
| Some serotonin to kill the dope sick | |
| But as you may know | |
| lying face first in the snow | |
| I dreamt of days so long ago | |
| Do you remember them? | |
| Where did they go? | |
| Ah aaahhh… | |
| What’d you say? | |
| Oh no don’t reply | |
| It’s just the voices inside | |
| Oh no I can’t decide | |
| They say you’re not here | |
| I’m not | |
| To feel no fear | |
| It’s just my sickness | |
| You’re nothing you’re no one | |
| You don’t exist | |
| It’s the voices inside | |
| Which is mine | |
| I wasn’t born with a silver spoon | |
| That was then but I got one now | |
| This ritual will kill me soon | |
| Hey mom and dad be proud | |
| Wednesday night they sweep the street | |
| With my record they play for keeps | |
| I don’t have any words to say | |
| And we would wonder what took him so long | |
| Half humming this unsung song | |
| Did they find his works in his cold | |
| Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker’s Island | |
| More to say the least and never would it last | |
| It was the nature of the beast | |
| It meant present, no future, no past |
| I watch that open flame | |
| Bright light and beautiful orange | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| Dear God it' s calling my name | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| It was our job to make the money | |
| And it was he who took all the risks | |
| And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies | |
| Some serotonin to kill the dope sick | |
| But as you may know | |
| lying face first in the snow | |
| I dreamt of days so long ago | |
| Do you remember them? | |
| Where did they go? | |
| Ah aaahhh | |
| What' d you say? | |
| Oh no don' t reply | |
| It' s just the voices inside | |
| Oh no I can' t decide | |
| They say you' re not here | |
| I' m not | |
| To feel no fear | |
| It' s just my sickness | |
| You' re nothing you' re no one | |
| You don' t exist | |
| It' s the voices inside | |
| Which is mine | |
| I wasn' t born with a silver spoon | |
| That was then but I got one now | |
| This ritual will kill me soon | |
| Hey mom and dad be proud | |
| Wednesday night they sweep the street | |
| With my record they play for keeps | |
| I don' t have any words to say | |
| And we would wonder what took him so long | |
| Half humming this unsung song | |
| Did they find his works in his cold | |
| Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker' s Island | |
| More to say the least and never would it last | |
| It was the nature of the beast | |
| It meant present, no future, no past |
| I watch that open flame | |
| Bright light and beautiful orange | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| Dear God it' s calling my name | |
| I watch that open flame | |
| It was our job to make the money | |
| And it was he who took all the risks | |
| And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies | |
| Some serotonin to kill the dope sick | |
| But as you may know | |
| lying face first in the snow | |
| I dreamt of days so long ago | |
| Do you remember them? | |
| Where did they go? | |
| Ah aaahhh | |
| What' d you say? | |
| Oh no don' t reply | |
| It' s just the voices inside | |
| Oh no I can' t decide | |
| They say you' re not here | |
| I' m not | |
| To feel no fear | |
| It' s just my sickness | |
| You' re nothing you' re no one | |
| You don' t exist | |
| It' s the voices inside | |
| Which is mine | |
| I wasn' t born with a silver spoon | |
| That was then but I got one now | |
| This ritual will kill me soon | |
| Hey mom and dad be proud | |
| Wednesday night they sweep the street | |
| With my record they play for keeps | |
| I don' t have any words to say | |
| And we would wonder what took him so long | |
| Half humming this unsung song | |
| Did they find his works in his cold | |
| Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker' s Island | |
| More to say the least and never would it last | |
| It was the nature of the beast | |
| It meant present, no future, no past |
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