作词 : Macdonald, Peters | |
Hey now! The iron gates clang in a steel mill town | |
A man breaks down to that unemployment sound | |
He takes a last walk down that old coast road | |
In the dying death throes of all that he knows | |
The sight of those men walking through the gates | |
Was like a lame pit pony at the end of its days (Fire, Fire, Fire) | |
In a Deeside town eight thousand went down | |
In a February day in the driving rain | |
No winners just losers and cuts and bruises | |
As the picket lines fell, the industry died | |
There's still one question after all this time | |
Is a working man bom to live and then die? | |
Fire Fire | |
Fire. To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down (Down to the ground) (Hey now) | |
And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world | |
And I hope and | |
I pray that she smiles on you | |
I ain't gonna preach, no | |
I ain't gonna teach | |
I 'm just gonna sing about the things that | |
I need A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire (Fire Fire Fire) | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down. (Down to the ground) | |
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire (Fire Fire Fire) | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he's down. | |
And all around the world the lights are going down. |
zuo ci : Macdonald, Peters | |
Hey now! The iron gates clang in a steel mill town | |
A man breaks down to that unemployment sound | |
He takes a last walk down that old coast road | |
In the dying death throes of all that he knows | |
The sight of those men walking through the gates | |
Was like a lame pit pony at the end of its days Fire, Fire, Fire | |
In a Deeside town eight thousand went down | |
In a February day in the driving rain | |
No winners just losers and cuts and bruises | |
As the picket lines fell, the industry died | |
There' s still one question after all this time | |
Is a working man bom to live and then die? | |
Fire Fire | |
Fire. To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down Down to the ground Hey now | |
And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world | |
And I hope and | |
I pray that she smiles on you | |
I ain' t gonna preach, no | |
I ain' t gonna teach | |
I ' m just gonna sing about the things that | |
I need A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire Fire Fire Fire | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down. Down to the ground | |
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire Fire Fire Fire | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down. | |
And all around the world the lights are going down. |
zuò cí : Macdonald, Peters | |
Hey now! The iron gates clang in a steel mill town | |
A man breaks down to that unemployment sound | |
He takes a last walk down that old coast road | |
In the dying death throes of all that he knows | |
The sight of those men walking through the gates | |
Was like a lame pit pony at the end of its days Fire, Fire, Fire | |
In a Deeside town eight thousand went down | |
In a February day in the driving rain | |
No winners just losers and cuts and bruises | |
As the picket lines fell, the industry died | |
There' s still one question after all this time | |
Is a working man bom to live and then die? | |
Fire Fire | |
Fire. To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down Down to the ground Hey now | |
And Lady Luck smiles on the few in this world | |
And I hope and | |
I pray that she smiles on you | |
I ain' t gonna preach, no | |
I ain' t gonna teach | |
I ' m just gonna sing about the things that | |
I need A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire Fire Fire Fire | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down. Down to the ground | |
A little bit of love, a little bit of hope | |
A little bit of strength, some fuel for the fire Fire Fire Fire | |
To build the ships to set the sails | |
To cross the sea of fools | |
To be dealt the cards | |
To play our hand | |
To win or else to lose | |
In this cruel world that kicks a man when he' s down. | |
And all around the world the lights are going down. |