Audioslave  -  Original  Fire

The  original  fire  has  died  and  gone,

but  the  riot  inside  moves  on

With  a  pen  in  one  hand  taking  us  and  drugged  on  kerosene

'84  and  5  would  find  us  something  to  believe

Right  or  wrong  with  dirty  hands  on  wires

Singing  songs  in  dischord  choirs

Screaming  in  braille  no  temptress  prize

could  ever  yield  anything  so  real

The  original  fire  has  died  and  gone,

but  the  riot  inside  moves  on

Golden  soldiers  born  much  older

than  they'll  ever  live  to  be

Diving  into  a  sea  of  hands  in  a  long  forgotten  city

Here  the  rain  falls  ever  after

The  swinging  vines  hang  dead  in  rafters

Blood  rush  to  your  head

induces  of  laughter  endlessly

The  original  fire  has  died  and  gone,

but  the  riot  inside  moves  on

The  original  fire  has  died  and  long  gone,

but  the  riot  inside  moves  on

Can't  explain  that  it  was  something  to  see

Can't  contain  so  something  ever  real

Ever  real

Can't  explain  it  was  something  to  see

Can't  contain  so  something  ever  real

Ever  real

The  original  fire  has  died  and  gone,

but  the  riot  inside  moves  on

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