Rumour Said Fire Desolation Mr. Foe
Waiting by the telephone The line is singing dead majestic tones The humor of a cigarette Won't ease the burns of being set to go
All your life you've seen it shown in the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone With a teenage dream that's all Of a foreign wave You're spitting out the letters of control And the streets of this city will leave you to roam When everyone else is going back home
Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home The queen is jumping down the street -- a savage heart -- it's a savage heart and it roars
All her life she's seen it shown in the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone With a teenage dream that's all Of a foreign wave She's spitting out the letters of control And the streets of this city will leave you to roam When everyone else is going back home
There on the lawn he feels unknown Back in the trees he is a fool I need disorder with the sons and daughters There by and by he turns to stonend the streets of this city will leave you to roam When everyone else is going back home
They call upon science to see where the wind blows You look down and watch your hair grow I need disorder with the sons and daughters There by and by he turns to stone.
