I could never keep a beat
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
While all the time you dance around
And things get f*cked and were to blame
And I couldn't think political blue
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
And motionless well slip away
Images are my thoughts too real
Crisis China - WORKING WITH FIRE AND STEEL Lyrics
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I could never keep a beat
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
While all the time you dance around
And things get f*cked and were to blame
And I couldn't think political blue
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
And motionless well slip away
Images are my thoughts too real
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
While all the time you dance around
And things get f*cked and were to blame
And I couldn't think political blue
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers
When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
And motionless well slip away
Images are my thoughts too real
Writer: EDDIE LUNDON, GARRY DALEY
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management