Furnaces - Ed Harcourt

No matter how much coal you shovel

In the mouth of your child

These furnaces still want more

These furnaces still want more

They come in fleets and in droves

The puritanical wolves

These furnaces still want more

These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss

With the ropes tied round your wrist

You’re the last illusionist

But you don’t know it

This is junkyard love

On the scrapheap of lust

Keep the furnace burning

Less we turn into rust

Hungry little bird in his nest

(sat there) fracking for the shale gas

These furnaces never know when to quit

These furnaces never keep the oil slick

So you spark up another cigar

Rev the engine on your bulletproof car

These furnaces still want more

These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss

With the ropes tied round your wrist

You’re the last illusionist

But you don’t know it

This is junkyard love

On the scrapheap of lust

Keep the furnace burning

Less we turn into rust

This is junkyard love

On the scrapheap of lust

Keep the furnace burning

Less we turn into rust

Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby

This is junkyard love

On the scrapheap of lust

Keep the furnace burning

Less we turn into rust

This is junkyard love

On the scrapheap of lust

Keep the furnace burning

Less we turn into rust