Bonfire of the City Boys - Drenge

It started with a bang, smoke spilled out of the door

And sparks skipped across the pavement

The clouds nodded overhead like worried hands

Fidgeting with their knuckles

And twisting a wedding band

Small beads of sweat trickled down the gutters and the drains

As we made our way to the safety of the car

Through the rush hour traffic we weaved

And we turned down a backstreet and ditched our coats

And the strays are out now, they can tell that something’s up

Maybe in their half tails or crooked paws

The wind changes, the pressure eases

And the nosebleeds set in to the early evening

We pause, we talk, we plan

We make the best of what we can

And I hold you tighter than ever before

And your hair smells like roman candles

And your eyes were like two Catherine wheels

Just spinning, spinning, spinning

You don’t have to be mad to live here

You don’t have to worry

You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to

There are millions of people out there

Fucking, fighting, eating and sleeping

And we are not one of them

Oh no, we are the fly in the ointment

The hair in the food

The snag, the catch, the conundrum

And can you smell it now

The heat, the stone, the steel, the glass?

Twisting the opinions, the words, the figures and the facts

And it feels like I’m staring at a hole in the wall

And it feels like I’m falling through nothing at all

And it feels like I’m wearing a blindfold clutching at straws

And it feels I’m losing a grip on my life

And it feels like its slipping out of my grasp

And it feels like it’s coming to an end

And it feels like it’s coming to an end

Like it’s coming to a

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys

Bonfire of the city boys