Fire on the Thames ft. McGwire Lyrics

They say that manners make the man

But the manner of their make is made apparent

When they're handed ultimatums by their makers

Made to face their fate

Or break the chains and make a stand

I don't bite when fed

But I'll grab and break the hand

Never been the one to put much stock in higher power

I am not a faithful man

Ironic twist

I would be pissed too

If I chose a prick

Like me to fight you

I'm not a king, finest of my brood

Through violence I find vibrant and bright hues

Heart colder than stone

Hands'll fold foes

Made the fingers into fucking deadly tools

You're in my home

Here in the streets I roamed you know

I could never lose

Keep up

Fine tailored suits - suitable attire

Sub or super human, tutelage in fire

Food for thought, I fought for future humankind

Beautiful the hues in brutal ruined minds

Poor youth when every day was do or die

Used or user, viewers rue to choose a side

Moving to this brute is choosing suicide

My blood it starts to boil

Stain in red lines

I smell the fear

They cower for their lives

My conscience in the soil

Met her deadline

They keep appearing

Brighter before they die

Yeah

Blade in my hand and it all comes back to me

Touring Tottenham, to Dagenham, to Battersea

Man the blade my brush, make a masterpiece

Don't clash with me, nah

Make a low down street whore look so good

Should be thanking me

Can't take me down when I move too fast to see

So think fast

Flick of the wrist and a tip of the hat

Trickery lives in the mind of the sick

And there's nobody living that's sicker than Jack

Simple as that

Drunk off the blood and the rush of it

Leave you to pick up the tab

In love with the colours that come from the cowards

The moment I pick up the axe

Blood red writes the tip of the pen

I see it drip drip drip again

They take a book try to rip the ends

No home no sin

Fear glows from the words you spin

It shines right through the skin

Take caution and mind the wind

Clean up and alert the kin

My blood it starts to boil

Stain in red lines

I smell the fear

They cower for their lives

My conscience in the soil

Met her deadline

They keep appearing

Brighter before they die

My blood it starts to boil

Stain in red lines

I smell the fear

They cower for their lives

My conscience in the soil

Met her deadline

They keep appearing

Brighter before they die