The Fergies - Catching Fire

Let 'em burn, burn, burn
Let 'em burn, burn, burn

Chorus
Singing oh, the flames are getting higher
Oh, these walls are Catching Fire
Oh, the flames are getting higher
Oh, these walls are Catching Fire
Hey!

Verse 1
Smack bang in the middle of we and our wits
The poor are getting poorer and the rich are gettin' richer
I'm the sister of a soldier, Daughter of a ghost
With a mind for a'findin' who the enemy is
Feeling of a'changin' hangin' in the wind
Like a black smoke the people are rising
You better be runnin' 'cause we're comin' like a bull at a gate
We've been a'broken and a'beat into a better shape

Chorus

Verse 2
For many a year we bowed to your throne
Served on a platter our blood and bone
Workin' double time, Earnin' half the dime
Born and bred in the arms of tryin' times, of blood and wine
Put a bullet to the brain of dividing lines hey!
To every storm there's a season, a reason
Best believe we're fighting for freedom
Dead men walkin' the streets, Oh Lord!

You better run son, You better run run
You better run son, You better run run

Chorus

Middle 8
So let 'em burn, burn, burn
For every son and daughter, Every mother and father
Let 'em burn, burn, burn
For every odd that never rolled out in our favour

Chorus