This field is on fire, this field is on fire
And we burn what we can't carry away
This field is on fire, this fiel is on fire
Who says it's a culture of waste?
Just drink with the apes and pigs
At the water front
Hear them squeal,
It makes you feel beautiful
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
You look so good
Through the smoke in the morning
All dolled up for the crowd that yr joining
It's a flag to wave
But we don't know how to behave
While looking for kicks
You went and lost yr way
Now you drink with the apes and pigs
At the water front
Hear them squeal
It makes you feel beautiful,
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
At eleven o'clock
Throw them out of the bars
On to the streets, they go to war
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
The night sets in, the blood gets spilled
The weekend is over go home to yr parents
The weekend is over go home to yr parents
Did you make a statement? were you drunk and ignorant?
Gonna write about it all over the internet?
Youth culture's a pack of vultures
Pick on the bones no concern for each other
You feel different now
You feel happy now
It's a flag to wave, we don't know how to behave