Let's pull this piano
Out from the wall,
Clear the young children
From out of the hall,
Stuff it with tender
Put 'paid' to it all …
Let it stoke the fires of the world
Let's beat this guitar
It was meant to be heard
The way a confession
Is dragged word by word
From out of the mouths
Of the sick and the cured …
Let it stoke the fires of the world
A clanging black train
Runs through the door
Connecting the fears
We hadn't before
Leaves them in ribbons
Strewn out on the floor,
Tangled as ever we sing …
Let's string up that harp
From the limb of a tree,
Let it swing out above us
And buckle our knees
A hymn for the hopeless here,
Thicker than thieves …
Let it stoke the fires of the world
A clanging black train
Cuts through the song
Connecting the fears
Along for so long
Leaves them in ribbons
Strewn out on the lawn,
Tangled as ever we sing …
Let your iron lungs,
My dark heart
Crack open with diamonds
When the real rumble starts
Stand naked in smoke,
Sending up sparks,
Let us stoke the fires of the world
Let us stoke the fires of the world
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