اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Dance, locust, dance.
The prophets shrug their shoulders as
calamity's child lost her head
in the bell of the trumpet's blast.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Jam, radio, jam.
Power to the pirate stations,
broadcasting up through the flowery cracks in the pavement.
I know you just want to be on fire.
The good morning comes like a hit and run
with a marmalade sun for everyone.
I know you just want to be on fire.
Staring at the sun will only make you blind,
but a fiery glimpse is all you need sometimes.
