Текст песни Firepits

All of the streets they have been cleaned up By the men striped in fluorescent yellow Then the cars they begin to roam the streets Similarly striped in yellow Like an eel through the concrete and steel 125 moves its breakfast around Down at the firepit men warm their hands They can see what they're really up against Oh the ball of power Begins to throb and spin You can see it getting into motion Down at the firepits Down at the firepits dusty shafts of gold Men can see what they're really up against Like an eel through the concrete and steel 125 moves its breakfast around