Fireships lyrics

Artist  : Hammill Peter 
Song : Fireships



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 There's a smokescreen on the horizon,
fireships under sail tonight....
Here's
the Armada of Souls,
here's the flotilla
from God knows where:
from gopher-wood to
the last of the ironclads
in common concert
they send up the flares.
While we turn and
turn around
the rocket hits the roof...
we never think that we'll get burned,
we're fireproof,
we think we're
fireproof.
Keep a stiff upper lip,
the
band play on
through the raising of the
toast;
the captain's steady
at the
attention on the bridge
it's surface
matters
that appear to matter most.
We
watch the galleons run aground,
still we
stand aloof;
we never think that we'll get
burned,
we think we're fireproof.
We
think we're fireproof,
we never think that
we'll get burnaed;
We sail on fireships,
we never think, so we'll get burned.
Straight for the eye of the hurricane,
down to the last eye tooth
we never think
that we'll get burned,
we think we're
fireproof.
Here's the Armada of light,
here's the flotilla, for heaven's sake....
We're sailing under a flag of convenience,
casting our messages in bottles in our wake
So we turn and turn around
the rocket hits
the roof...
we never think that we'll get
burned,
we think we're fireproof.
We
never think that we'll get burned,
we think
we're fireproof.
(PH - Guitars, Keyboards,
Bass, Percussion, Vox;
 Stuart Gordon -
Violin;
 David Jackson - Alto Sax)