Youth on Fire

Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters

I count the burn marks on the pavement
There's a beauty in the way this city scars
So dry your skies, they're heavy with tears
She's crying (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

In the night my city's weeping
I hear these empty buildings sighing with the wind
A choir of a million tired out voices
They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
They're singing

Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters

Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off thе back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water

In thе night, you'll hear the screaming
It's never quite far enough away
A choir of a million tired out voices
They're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
We're singing (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
They're singing (they're singing)

Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters

Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off the back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water

Clean my soul with fire
Wash my sins in the water
Feel my blood run higher
Feed my sons and daughters

Choking on the truth
Breathing in the fumes
Building off the back of our own youth
On fire
Wash my sins in the water



Credits
Writer(s): John Sinclair, Philip Thorpe Evans
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