White Heat
See the storms up in the sky
Where they're flowing free and hot
Our starving brothers wonder why
We're so lucky and they're not
Shattered rhythms in the night
Summer beats upon my brow
This old world don't seem right
Can we change it now?
It's so hard
Maybe too hard
Meanwhile
I see the news at ten o'clock
In the films, our brothers fight
I hear our children throwing rocks
Then they disappear at night
Where has all our courage gone
Are we scared to have our say
Tragedy is pressing on
We just turn our eyes away
Always so blind
Always so blind
Meanwhile
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
Ooooooo, ohhhh
Meanwhile
I see processions in the street
Wooden boxes right on top
Broken soldiers God will meet
When will all this madness stop
Where has all our passion gone
In our home of the brave
As our doctors ramble on
One man is never another's slave
And it's so hard
Maybe too hard
Meanwhile
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing by the blue flame
Hung by the tightrope
Between freedom and pain
freedom and pain
freedom and pain
Swinging from the tightrope
Swinging from the tightrope
Swinging from the tightrope
Ooh, they'll be burning
Ooooooooo
White heat
Can't you feel the white heat
Talking 'bout the white heat
Where they're flowing free and hot
Our starving brothers wonder why
We're so lucky and they're not
Shattered rhythms in the night
Summer beats upon my brow
This old world don't seem right
Can we change it now?
It's so hard
Maybe too hard
Meanwhile
I see the news at ten o'clock
In the films, our brothers fight
I hear our children throwing rocks
Then they disappear at night
Where has all our courage gone
Are we scared to have our say
Tragedy is pressing on
We just turn our eyes away
Always so blind
Always so blind
Meanwhile
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
Ooooooo, ohhhh
Meanwhile
I see processions in the street
Wooden boxes right on top
Broken soldiers God will meet
When will all this madness stop
Where has all our passion gone
In our home of the brave
As our doctors ramble on
One man is never another's slave
And it's so hard
Maybe too hard
Meanwhile
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing on a blue flame
Hanging from a tightrope
Between freedom and pain
They'll be running from the white heat
Dancing by the blue flame
Hung by the tightrope
Between freedom and pain
freedom and pain
freedom and pain
Swinging from the tightrope
Swinging from the tightrope
Swinging from the tightrope
Ooh, they'll be burning
Ooooooooo
White heat
Can't you feel the white heat
Talking 'bout the white heat
Credits
Writer(s): John Waite
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