Burning Season Lyrics - New Model Army

I'm sick of the sight of some snot-nosed kid 

Cutting a swathe through the age of deconstruction 

Picking at the sores of the dying beast 

And winning all the prizes for imagination 

I don't know what we've got to lose 

But I see the statues beginning to fall 

The deisel's turning, the moon is high 

What the hell are we waiting for? 

I see the smoke on the blue horizon 

I smell the fires of the burning season 

What the hell are we waiting for? 

I'm sick of the ironies piled up high 

In this sneery culture with its knowing smile 

I'm sick of the sermons from the Church of Unbelief 

All fat, empty and anaesthetized 

The emperor's out riding naked again 

I can't believe we're still playing this tired old game 

Let's get out there and cut him down 

What the hell are we waiting for? 

I see the smoke on the blue horizon 

I smell the fires of the burning season 

What the hell are we waiting for? 

On a smoky yellow sunset, I'm sitting at the wheel 

As the traffic crawls by on the ten-lane 

Bumper to bumper, nowhere to nowhere into the next millennium 

I see you drowning in a sea of rage 

Let's go back and get the ones who put you down here 

The highway's jammed up with disinformation 

And the anaesthetic dealers are selling by the million 

What the hell are we waiting for? 

I see the smoke on the blue horizon 

I smell the fires of the burning season 

What the hell are we waiting for?