Inside A Fireball Lyrics - Hunters & Collectors - Hunters And Collectors

Hey everybody - can't you hear me call? 

I'm standing in a the street inside a fireball 

Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle 

We're all day dreaming at the breakfast table 

Down Main Street with the dust in my lungs 

The blisters on my shoulder - the end has just begun 

I'm swimming in the heat when the rads his my tongue 

The remnants of my children are having too much fun 

Inside a fireball 

Inside a fireball 

There's a big copper digger in the middle of town 

The birds are on his head - the rags are hanging down 

The grip on the grenade in his broken hand 

As loose as the union's on the hot red sand 

Inside a fireball 

Inside a fireball 

"We will not die and it is no crime 

Ya take the whole world upon ya shoulder 

For the very last time" 

Well I blasted my way through the barrier range 

I ripped up the ground but nothing has changed 

Bromide, sulphide, oxide, slag 

We're cleaning out the can with an oily rag 

I'll live on the dole or I'll die in the dust 

If they turn up the shift then strike we must 

The company's here but the money's all gone 

But I'm still digging, I'm still strong! 

Inside a fireball 

Inside a fireball 

Hey everybody, can't ya hear me call? 

I'm standing in the street inside a fireball 

Tomorrow's in the future - death is in the cradle 

You're all chin waggin' around the conference table 

Inside a fireball 

Inside a fireball 

We, we will not die 

And it is, it is no crime 

You take the whole world upon your shoulders 

For the very last, for the very last time 

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