That deep whining sound Is a lust for this town And the sleaze all around is poetic those multi-coloured lights That shine through the night Reveal all that's poor and pathetic Beneath all that fire Is a heartfelt desire To douse the whole city in petrol But I'd probably set camp And the matches be damp And I wouldn't get to see the inferno Oh no! Oh no! Flames, look much brighter Than the cold, hard things That are given you Pa** the lighter... Slowly coming 'round To the drabness of the town But spurred on by fear of anonymity I've seen it all before People always ignore What the police didn't see in the vicinity It's a family trait Fire runs in my veins But as a person doesn't make me any lesser Seeing the ashes The heat and the flashes Those things aren't done by any hairdresser Oh no! Oh no! Flames, look much brighter Than the cold, hard things That are given you Pa** the lighter... Burn down the schools! (But) It's no substitute for truths Flames, look much brighter Than the cold, hard things That are given you Flames, look much brighter Than the cold, hard things That are given you (Oh) got to sleep through the day To keep all my thoughts at bay Got to sleep through the day Sleep through the day Flames, look much brighter Than the cold, hard things That are given you Pa** the lighter...