They came from the second city   Where the screams came unattached   Addiction was the latest style   In the faces they could not match   There was a blue beat playing   On the radio left behind   And a man selling lies as truth   Like a king who was loved too much   They made a mess of their only child   But her innocence was not lost   While the judge and jury took their time   They counted the miles and laughed   Make way for the way we are   The lever still burns though the king is gone...   Fever comes to the innocent   It can make you mad and tree   But you'll never find a scrap of love   II you don't wanna feel the heat   A million flames are lickin'   They lie like dogs at our feet   Waitin for words of wisdom   From the mouths of the bittersweet   In the valley of indiscretion   Where fear plays the piper's tune   The heroes are the ones who tell the truth   And break the rules with the courage of love   Make way for the way we are   Fever still burns though the king is gone.