You've got no real ambition
You're justa hangin' around
All you try to do
Is keep from fallin' down
You feel so sick and tired
Nothin' left to see
I hear you callin' and callin'
Oh Lord, watchya doin' to me?
Fire, fire is what you need, yeah
Fire, fire we've got it for you til you bleed
It's no bed of roses
To be in a desert so long
All those silly drawbacks
Well you take them one by one
Nobody shares your burden
They only say you're blind
We try to give you power
To leave your dead life behind
Chorus
Writer(s): Chris Von Rohr, Fernando Von Arb
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