Letra da Música Bonfire of the City Boys de Drenge

It started with a bang, smoke spilled out of the door
And sparks skipped across the pavement
The clouds nodded overhead like worried hands
Fidgeting with their knuckles
And twisting a wedding band
Small beads of sweat trickled down the gutters and the drains
As we made our way to the safety of the car
Through the rush hour traffic we weaved
And we turned down a backstreet and ditched our coats
And the strays are out now, they can tell that something's up
Maybe in their half tails or crooked paws
The wind changes, the pressure eases
And the nosebleeds set in to the early evening
We pause, we talk, we plan
We make the best of what we can
And I hold you tighter than ever before
And your hair smells like roman candles
And your eyes were like two Catherine wheels
Just spinning, spinning, spinning

You don't have to be mad to live here
You don't have to worry
You don't have to do anything you don't want to
There are millions of people out there
Fucking, fighting, eating and sleeping
And we are not one of them
Oh no, we are the fly in the ointment
The hair in the food
The snag, the catch, the conundrum
And can you smell it now
The heat, the stone, the steel, the glass?
Twisting the opinions, the words, the figures and the facts