Eskimo Joe Sky's On Fire
A rooster with a razor
Cuts a hole across the sky
As light falls down from the all-seeing eye
And I prop myself back up
With the friends that I keep
All I want from you is to try and get some sleep
And the traffic's like a symphony
At 3am
Building it's crescendo as the working day
Begins
But I just don't think I can wait
For the light of a new day to break
I try to close my eyes as the anxious feeling dies
Can you save me from desire?
Oh, the sky's on fire
Oh, the sky's on fire
Oh, the sky's on fire
Oh, the sky's on fire
