Waltzing with fire
watching the priest,
drop to his knees
and screams with a fear

A fear of all
he prays to a god,
for if he is caught
he won't have a job

Oh the tide rolls in
with crashing waves,
the Daily Express always says
"Prepare for the worst!"
or the
"Torys are great"

Well someones dog
**** outside my gate!
What to do
when it's all gone wrong?

Oh im Traped in the vesel
that I got at birth,
as age contorts
and changes its shape

Oh mistakes a plenty
and then somemore
as I made decisions
like a needy *****

Try and keep up
we march today!
Just where are we going
I couldn't say

Direction lost
and map on fire,
my souls ignited
by another's fire

Another who warms
at a different grate,
no wonder people run away

So waltz with fire
and quench the coals that burn
for loving only makes you cold

Cold in spirit,
cold in bed
and distorts all up inside my head

So what was that all about,
I say that daily and often shout!!
Wish I knew
I would share the plot,

but like my soul...
It all is lost.