Flame
There's an old warehouse by the river
Hang tobacco out to dry
Big red boulders built on a black man's shoulders
Sitting empty for the longest time
Made em luxury apartments
Guess they couldn't burn them down
Pour whiskey all over, but the truth is stone cold sober
There's a darkness hidden in this town
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Can beat up and push down another
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We quit listening to our brothers
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
Well, not too far across that river
There is money changing hands
It's bullshit, can you smell it? The lies they're always telling
For the health of the working man
Well, Betty's husband was a line man
And her brother worked machines
What took them to the grave? What they worked so hard to make
Smoke and nicotine
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Could keep another in the dark
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We get fine with how things are
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Can beat up and push down another
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We quit listening to our brothers
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
Hang tobacco out to dry
Big red boulders built on a black man's shoulders
Sitting empty for the longest time
Made em luxury apartments
Guess they couldn't burn them down
Pour whiskey all over, but the truth is stone cold sober
There's a darkness hidden in this town
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Can beat up and push down another
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We quit listening to our brothers
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
Well, not too far across that river
There is money changing hands
It's bullshit, can you smell it? The lies they're always telling
For the health of the working man
Well, Betty's husband was a line man
And her brother worked machines
What took them to the grave? What they worked so hard to make
Smoke and nicotine
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Could keep another in the dark
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We get fine with how things are
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
And I don't understand how the heart of one man
Can beat up and push down another
And I just don't know why the older we grow
We quit listening to our brothers
We get mean and we get tired
Light a match and start a fire
Burn the whole damn place to the ground
There's a flame in this town
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Writer(s): Ella Wagner
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