Extinguishing Fires

The devil waits in the still clouds
Please don’t go in there
Please don’t go in there
Dry brush cracking in the eastern field
He’s holding a number, searching for shelter

One day on the cover of a magazine
Falling birds without their wings
It’s 1944 all over again
Silvery metal sends red rivers running

Peter, save us
Open your heavenly gates for us
We plead on bended knee

Peace at your door
Comes at a price too high for you to ignore
Pay all your dues
Fight for a life with rights
What do you got to lose?

The clerics raise their army for the trinity
Pledge your allegiance and your slavery
You’re fighting for a God as if you know what it means
Real indignation but part of a team
What a team

Peter, save us
Openly your heavenly gates for us
We plead on bended knee

Peace at your door
Comes at a price too high for you to ignore
Pay all your dues
Fight for a life with rights
What do you got to lose?

Even though the little ones will never get it
Even though the little ones will never get it
I run, I run directly to the sun
I run, I run directly to the sun

I run, I run, I run