Extinguishing Fires

The devil waits in the still clouds Please don’t go in there Please don’t go in there Dry brush cracking in the eastern field He’s holding a number, searching for shelter One day on the cover of a magazine Falling birds without their wings It’s 1944 all over again Silvery metal sends red rivers running Peter, save us Open your heavenly gates for us We plead on bended knee Peace at your door Comes at a price too high for you to ignore Pay all your dues Fight for a life with rights What do you got to lose? The clerics raise their army for the trinity Pledge your allegiance and your slavery You’re fighting for a God as if you know what it means Real indignation but part of a team What a team Peter, save us Openly your heavenly gates for us We plead on bended knee Peace at your door Comes at a price too high for you to ignore Pay all your dues Fight for a life with rights What do you got to lose? Even though the little ones will never get it Even though the little ones will never get it I run, I run directly to the sun I run, I run directly to the sun I run, I run, I run