Warm by the Fire - Lloyd Cole

We got dead television pyres

Scraping up to the sky

Monuments to our ingenuity

We got our mojo working

We got kerosene working

Behold the fruits of our industry

Behold the crystal night

Become the crystal day

Behold! The sidewalks are glistening

Flames rising

The law hides in fear

Cars burning

Mob surging near

It’s warm by the fire

It’s warmer by the fire

We got shopping carts filled

With Chanel and Dior

In keeping with the new order

We took control of the precinct

The whole of the precinct

In Gucci loafers and Prada

As we Segway through the smoking avenues

We are where it’s at

It’s a gas, gas, gas, gas

Flames rising

The law hides in fear

Cars burning

Mob surging near

It’s warm by the fire

It’s warmer by the fire

Oh, LA

There will be no respite

For the city of angels

No escape from the chill of the ice

But it’s warm by the fire

It’s warmer by the fire

This is the script I’m not writing

This is the scene I’m not in

This is the part I’m not reading

This is the pool I’m not in

These are the cards I’m not holding

This is the state I’m not in

This is the role I’m not playing

This is not who I am

Oh, LA

There will be no respite

For the city of angels

No escape from the chill of the ice

But it’s warm by the fire

It’s warmer by the fire

By the flames