(chorus)   Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion   Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion      Fire descends on high in the shape of a lion   Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion      Rub me the wrong way, taking the highway   Rubbing sticks together but your fire's man-made   Capitalize on hot air, soar like an airplane   Yearn to rise in the sky quick high like cocaine   False pride is suicide but you've got nothing to gain   Babylon's buildings raise like flames   Drowning in their champagne   Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade   Soul stain blowing up   In your own domain   Fire crackers ooh and aah   But they never maintain      Fires burning   Flames are dancing   Don't burn the house down   Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground      (chorus)      One pair of eyes   But see two different things   One person cries but the other one sings   You walk around like everybody owes you something   Take what you got, thank G-d for all that life brings   The poor man has it all but not content with anything   While the rich man's hands are empty but he's sitting like a king      Fires burning   Flames are dancing   Don't burn the house down   Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground      Backpacks's getting heavy, moving at a steady pace   Carry bricks on your shoulders and lead around your waist   Making way, run in haste   There is no time to taste what you ate   We should be grateful Got a plateful   Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain         (Chorus)