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this field is on fire, this field is on fire
and we burn what we can't carry away
this field is on fire, this fiel is on fire
who says it's a culture of waste?

just drink with the apes and pigs
at the water front
hear them squeal,
it makes you feel beautiful
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled

you look so good
through the smoke in the morning
all dolled up for the crowd that yr joining
it's a flag to wave
but we don't know how to behave
while looking for kicks
you went and lost yr way

now you drink with the apes and pigs
at the water front
hear them squeal
it makes you feel beautiful,
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled
at eleven o'clock
throw them out of the bars
on to the streets, they go to war
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled
the night sets in, the blood gets spilled

the weekend is over go home to yr parents
the weekend is over go home to yr parents

did you make a statement? were you drunk and ignorant?
gonna write about it all over the internet?
youth culture's a pack of vultures
pick on the bones no concern for each other

you feel different now
you feel happy now

it's a flag to wave, we don't know how to behave
this field is on fire, this field is on fire   and we burn what we can't carry away   this field is on fire, this fiel is on fire   who says it's a culture of waste?      just drink with the apes and pigs   at the water front   hear them squeal,   it makes you feel beautiful   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled      you look so good   through the smoke in the morning   all dolled up for the crowd that yr joining   it's a flag to wave   but we don't know how to behave   while looking for kicks   you went and lost yr way      now you drink with the apes and pigs   at the water front   hear them squeal   it makes you feel beautiful,   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled   at eleven o'clock   throw them out of the bars   on to the streets, they go to war   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled   the night sets in, the blood gets spilled      the weekend is over go home to yr parents   the weekend is over go home to yr parents      did you make a statement? were you drunk and ignorant?   gonna write about it all over the internet?   youth culture's a pack of vultures   pick on the bones no concern for each other      you feel different now   you feel happy now      it's a flag to wave, we don't know how to behave