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Hunters And Collectors Miscellaneous Inside A Fireball Hey everybody - can't you hear me call? I'm standing in a the street inside a fireball Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle We're all day dreaming at the breakfast table Down Main Street with the dust in my lungs The blisters on my shoulder - the end has just begun I'm swimming in the heat when the rads his my tongue The remnants of my children are having too much fun Inside a fireball Inside a fireball There's a big copper digger in the middle of town The birds are on his head - the rags are hanging down The grip on the grenade in his broken hand As loose as the union's on the hot red sand Inside a fireball Inside a fireball "We will not die and it is no crime Ya take the whole world upon ya shoulder For the very last time" Well I blasted my way through the barrier range I ripped up the ground but nothing has changed Bromide, sulphide, oxide, slag We're cleaning out the can with an oily rag I'll live on the dole or I'll die in the dust If they turn up the shift then strike we must The company's here but the money's all gone But I'm still digging, I'm still strong! Inside a fireball Inside a fireball Hey everybody, can't ya hear me call? I'm standing in the street inside a fireball Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle You're all chin waggin' around the conference table Inside a fireball Inside a fireball We, we will not die And it is, it is no crime You take the whole world upon your shoulders For the very last, for the very last time Ooh |
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