Funeral Pyre

Funeral Pyre - The Jam

Written by：Bruce Foxto

Down in amongst the streets tonight

Books will burn people laugh and cry in their turmoil

Turmoil turns rejoiceful

Shed your fears and lose your guilt

Tonight we burn responsibility in the fire

We'll watch the flames grow higher

But if you get too burnt

You can't come back home

And as I was standing by the edge

I could see the faces of those who led

Pissing their selves laughing

And the flames grew

Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said

The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

We feast on flesh and drink on blood

Live by fear and despise love in a crisis

What with today's high prices

Bring some paper and bring some wood

Bring what's left of all your love for the fire

We'll watch the flames grow higher

But if you get too burnt

You can't come back home

And as I was standing by the edge

I could see the faces of those who led

Pissing their selves laughing

And the flames grew

Their mad eyes bulged their flushed faces said

The weak get crushed as the strong grow stronger

In the funeral pyre

We'll watch the flames grow higher

But if you get too burnt

You can't come back home

In the funeral pyre

I'll watch the flames grow higher

But if you get too burnt

You can't come back home

In the funeral pyre

So old when I feel so young

We'll watch the flames grow higher

Can't grow up to meet

But if you get too burnt

So old when I feel so young

You can't come back home

Can't grow up to meet the demands

In the funeral pyre

Feel so old when I feel so young

Well I

Just can't grow up

To meet the demands

Well I

Feel so old

When I feel so young

Well I

Just can't grow up

To meet the demands

Well I

Just can't grow up

To meet the demands