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