Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion    Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion    2x       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 rise like flames    Drowning in their champagne    Explosion pulled the pin in the hand grenade    Soul stain blowing up in your own domain    Firecrackers ooh and ahh but they never maintain    Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low    Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground       Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion    Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion    2x       One pair of eyes; but see two different things    One person cries while the other one sings    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       Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low    Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground       Backpack's getting heavy, moving at a steady pace    Carrying bricks on your shoulders and lead around your waist    Making way, run in haste    There's no time to tase what you ate    We should be grateful, got a plateful    Fire burns like ice morsels falling fire like rain       Fire descends from on high in the shape of a lion    Burn the sacrifice of pride and ride on to Mount Zion    2x       You should be more subtle    You could keep your hustle    Keep your laughing    Keep your chuckle    Flashing muscle brass knuckle    Bust your bubble gum pop    Take off the muzzle    Hate to ruffle feathers    Raking _____ ??    Struggle through the rubble    Concrete jungle    Brisk and brustle    Slip and shuffle    Stumble into trouble    Spirit rumble in the temple    Mumble nothing    You should be more humble    In the continental call your bluff    Your puffin' smoke is fundamental    In this ocean you're a pebble      Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low.    Heavenly fire, only resides, in an altar made from the ground.