| Song | The Rear Guard |
| Artist | Old Man Luedecke |
| Album | My Hands are on Fire and other Love Songs |
| The Rear Guard | |
| I’m bringing up the rear guard, I’m coming in dead last | |
| Trying to find the smiles that don’t fade so fast | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| Well I guess I’m doing all right since I found my own way | |
| These couches sure are comfy in the salon des refusé | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| I have a friend, Jamie, and he sang to me this verse, | |
| "I’m so far behind that I think I’m first" | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain’t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| So go your own way on the battlefield of truth | |
| Hold your burning hands up, the emblems of eternal youth | |
| If love can win battles as well as lies and swords | |
| If god is in the details, the devil makes us bored | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there’s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire |
| The Rear Guard | |
| I' m bringing up the rear guard, I' m coming in dead last | |
| Trying to find the smiles that don' t fade so fast | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain' t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| Well I guess I' m doing all right since I found my own way | |
| These couches sure are comfy in the salon des refusé | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain' t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there' s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| I have a friend, Jamie, and he sang to me this verse, | |
| " I' m so far behind that I think I' m first" | |
| My hands are on fire, hands are on fire | |
| I ain' t got no more time for all you charlatans and liars | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there' s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| So go your own way on the battlefield of truth | |
| Hold your burning hands up, the emblems of eternal youth | |
| If love can win battles as well as lies and swords | |
| If god is in the details, the devil makes us bored | |
| I fly on homemade wings up into the sun | |
| Seems to me there' s room up here for each and everyone | |
| Every dream I ever loved is pushing me up higher | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire | |
| My hands are on fire, my hands are on fire |