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Pouring 'cross the borders Hardly knowin' where they came Their Histories tattered and torn While the radios are ragin' On the desks of those who know Just when the inkwells will overflow Ah, diplomacy's a relic From an age that never was And a West that never guessed Just what it is Degeneration sickness And a cultural limbo Pilots now takin' the piss Oh, but we can't see the fire Oh, no we can't see the fire No we can't see the fire Howlin' wolves are on the wire Higher Shadows Higher Shadows Higher Shadows than most Oh, a certain kinda Age Will breed a certain kinda Sage The Father, The Son Letras de cancionesAnd His whole Band To worship at the alter Of an ordinary Church With ordinary Human concerns Oh, He was elected by the media To save the human race Though he knew he was Not qualified Oh, but ordered by the Board To answer questions only he Could answer to only in rhymes Oh, but He can't see the fire Oh, no He can't see the fire No, He can't see the fire But His shadow's gettin' higher Higher Shadows Higher Shadows Higher Shadows than most Oh, Contrary to what's normal And Humility's regret We're always following Tracks made of Gold Oh, the train has lost its brakes And every station is unmanned So we accelerate onto the road Oh, the driver's seein' eyes for Lights and listenin' to the news Barely able to decipher a Word Oh, he takes another swig of Sour mash to straighten up And shoves that tin caboose Up another notch...! Oh, but He can't see the fire Oh, no He can't see the fire No, He can't see the fire Only shadow's gettin' higher Higher Shadows Higher Shadows Higher Shadows than most (Thanks to Rhys Braddock for these lyrics) From Letras Mania