Текст песни Bonfire of the City Boys - Drenge
It
started
with
a
bang,
smoke
spilled
out
of
the
door
And
sparks
skipped
across
the
pavement
The
clouds
nodded
overhead
like
worried
hands
Fidgeting
with
their
knuckles
And
twisting
a
wedding
band
Small
beads
of
sweat
trickled
down
the
gutters
and
the
drains
As
we
made
our
way
to
the
safety
of
the
car
Through
the
rush
hour
traffic
we
weaved
And
we
turned
down
a
backstreet
and
ditched
our
coats
And
the
strays
are
out
now,
they
can
tell
that
something's
up
Maybe
in
their
half
tails
or
crooked
paws
The
wind
changes,
the
pressure
eases
And
the
nosebleeds
set
in
to
the
early
evening
We
pause,
we
talk,
we
plan
We
make
the
best
of
what
we
can
And
I
hold
you
tighter
than
ever
before
And
your
hair
smells
like
roman
candles
And
your
eyes
were
like
two
Catherine
wheels
Just
spinning,
spinning,
spinning
You
don't
have
to
be
mad
to
live
here
You
don't
have
to
worry
You
don't
have
to
do
anything
you
don't
want
to
There
are
millions
of
people
out
there
Fucking,
fighting,
eating
and
sleeping
And
we
are
not
one
of
them
Oh
no,
we
are
the
fly
in
the
ointment
The
hair
in
the
food
The
snag,
the
catch,
the
conundrum
And
can
you
smell
it
now
The
heat,
the
stone,
the
steel,
the
glass?
Twisting
the
opinions,
the
words,
the
figures
and
the
facts
And
it
feels
like
I'm
staring
at
a
hole
in
the
wall
And
it
feels
like
I'm
falling
through
nothing
at
all
And
it
feels
like
I'm
wearing
a
blindfold
clutching
at
straws
And
it
feels
I'm
losing
a
grip
on
my
life
And
it
feels
like
its
slipping
out
of
my
grasp
And
it
feels
like
it's
coming
to
an
end
And
it
feels
like
it's
coming
to
an
end
Like
it's
coming
to
a
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
Bonfire
of
the
city
boys
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