"Working With Fire and Steel" as written by and Gary/lundon Daly....
I could never keep a beat
Too busy in my paradise
Put a crocodile in high office
And something out of place inside

When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel

Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers

While all the time you dance around
And things get fucked and were to blame
And I couldn't think political blue

When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel

Fashion play your part
To be workers of red
Fashion play your part
To be workers

When all is said and all is done
My hands that work with a fire and steel
And motionless well slip away

Images are my thoughts too real


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"Working With Fire and Steel" as written by Garry Daley Eddie Lundon

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    General CommentAn interesting song, to be sure.
    A political statement to be sure: just a hint of cynicism, you think?

    I like this song a lot really.
    Major Valoron August 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI've been searching for a written transcription of what the random guy hollers at the beginning of the song! I'm 98% sure that it's in English but it's really hard to decipher!
    Geistpferdeon March 15, 2011   Link

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