Warm by the Fire
We got dead television pyres scraping up to the sky
Monuments to our ingenuity
We got our mojo working, we got kerosene working
Behold the fruits of our industry
Behold the crystal night become the crystal day
Behold the sidewalks are glistening
Flames rising, the law hides in fear
Cars burning, mob surging near
It's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire
We got shopping carts filled with Chanel and Dior
In keeping with the new order
We took control of the precinct, the whole of thе precinct
In Gucci loafers and Prada
As we Segway through the smoking avenues
We're where it's at, it's a gas, gas, gas, gas
Flames rising, the law hides in fear
Cars burning, mob surging near
It's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire
Oh, LA
There will be no respite for the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire, by the flames
This is the script I'm not writing
This is the scene I'm not in
This is the part I'm not reading
This is the pool I'm not in
These are the cards I'm not holding
This is the state I'm not in
This is the role I'm not playing
This is not who I am
Oh, LA
There will be no respite for the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire, by the flames
Monuments to our ingenuity
We got our mojo working, we got kerosene working
Behold the fruits of our industry
Behold the crystal night become the crystal day
Behold the sidewalks are glistening
Flames rising, the law hides in fear
Cars burning, mob surging near
It's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire
We got shopping carts filled with Chanel and Dior
In keeping with the new order
We took control of the precinct, the whole of thе precinct
In Gucci loafers and Prada
As we Segway through the smoking avenues
We're where it's at, it's a gas, gas, gas, gas
Flames rising, the law hides in fear
Cars burning, mob surging near
It's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire
Oh, LA
There will be no respite for the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire, by the flames
This is the script I'm not writing
This is the scene I'm not in
This is the part I'm not reading
This is the pool I'm not in
These are the cards I'm not holding
This is the state I'm not in
This is the role I'm not playing
This is not who I am
Oh, LA
There will be no respite for the city of angels
No escape from the chill of the ice
But it's warm by the fire
It's warmer by the fire, by the flames
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Writer(s): Lloyd Cole
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