Hands of Fire

the end is near

can feel it now

look at this world

and think just wow

so beautyful and pure

as you

so sick and false

just as me

i'm talking wierd

you're listening

when you sing

i'm whistleing

people pass and lough at me

same people same damn city

i don't belong to that place no more

just like a bastard to a whore

how the hell could i survive

while i do waltz

and life's a jive

the end is near

can feel it now

won't never come

don't ask me how

sick of love

sick of desire

in a liquid glove:

hands of fire