The streets are burning in London

The streets are burning and I can’t see a thing
I keep on running and it feels like a dream
They say the chances with you are zero to none
But that aint true cause the war’s just begun

So don’t go and bring me down
No don’t throw me round
With my ear down to the ground
No please don’t bring me down

Sister, sister you are the one
To make your bed under a nuclear sun
Brother, brother what can I do?
But play the rock and roll music for you

Check out mason on a Saturday night
He cry’s he’s never been exposed to the light
You better watch all the stories you’ve spun
Dylan called and said your washed up and done

So don’t go and bring me down
No don’t throw me round
With my ear down to the ground
No please don’t bring me down

The birds keep screaming at old nothing hill
My head is spinning and she can’t find her pills
The broken writer claims he’s been done wrong
While he drinking all the words in this song

Sister, sister you are the one
To make your bed under a nuclear sun
Brother, brother what can I do?
But play the rock and roll music for you

Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007