Hunters And Collectors Inside A Fireball Lyrics

Inside A Fireball Lyrics

Hey everybody - can't you hear me call?
I'm standing in a the street inside a
fireball
Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle
We're all day
dreaming at the breakfast table

Down Main Street with the dust in my
lungs
The blisters on my shoulder - the end has just begun
I'm swimming
in the heat when the rads his my tongue
The remnants of my children are
having too much fun

Inside a fireball
Inside a
fireball

There's a big copper digger in the middle of town
The birds
are on his head - the rags are hanging down
The grip on the grenade in his
broken hand
As loose as the union's on the hot red sand

Inside a
fireball
Inside a fireball

"We will not die and it is no
crime
Ya take the whole world upon ya shoulder
For the very last
time"

Well I blasted my way through the barrier range
I ripped
up the ground but nothing has changed
Bromide, sulphide, oxide,
slag
We're cleaning out the can with an oily rag

I'll live on the
dole or I'll die in the dust
If they turn up the shift then strike we
must
The company's here but the money's all gone
But I'm still digging,
I'm still strong!

Inside a fireball
Inside a fireball

Hey
everybody, can't ya hear me call?
I'm standing in the street inside a
fireball
Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle
You're all
chin waggin' around the conference table

Inside a fireball
Inside a
fireball

We, we will not die
And it is, it is no crime
You take
the whole world upon your shoulders
For the very last, for the very last
time
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