Paroles de Furnaces

No matter how much coal you shovel In the mouth of your child These furnaces still want more These furnaces still want more They come in fleets and in droves The puritanical wolves These furnaces still want more These furnaces still want more Into the abyss With the ropes tied round your wrist You’re the last illusionist But you don't know it This is junkyard love On the scrapheap of lust Keep the furnace burning Less we turn into rust Hungry little bird in his nest (Sat there) fracking for the shale gas These furnaces never know when to quit These furnaces never keep the oil slick So you spark up another cigar Rev the engine on your bulletproof car These furnaces still want more These furnaces still want more Into the abyss With the ropes tied round your wrist You’re the last illusionist But you don't know it This is junkyard love On the scrapheap of lust Keep the furnace burning Less we turn into rust This is junkyard love On the scrapheap of lust Keep the furnace burning Less we turn into rust Keep it burning baby Keep it burning baby Keep it burning baby Keep it burning baby Keep it burning baby Keep it burning baby This is junkyard love On the scrapheap of lust Keep the furnace burning Less we turn into rust This is junkyard love On the scrapheap of lust Keep the furnace burning Less we turn into rust