Firetide from Strange Game by Virginia Plain

Who will tell you what they will sell you
When the goods go under the ground
Who will show you the way to the new you
When the roads become filled with sound

You’re a firetide
And it’s a lonely ride
Such familiar eyes
Let’s be civilized

Talk, talk, what a shock, oh what a bore
Luck, luck, what a fuck, you’re such a whore
Fine, fine, out of mind, I see the door
Time, time, out of time
You have the floor

When you’re tired who stokes the fire
Who will shake you up from your bed
When you’re tired, we build the fire
We will shake it up in the end

You’re a firetide
And it’s a lonely ride
Such familiar eyes
Let’s be civilized

Talk, talk, what a shock, oh what a bore
Luck, luck, what a fuck, you’re such a whore
Fine, fine, out of mind, I see the door
Time, time, out of time
You have the floor

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