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How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
How bright is the medical torch
When it's put in our hand
My microbes and I
Can't wait to lay down and die
We realise that we must be spent
Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
My bloodgroup and me
A body of soldiers are we
To the wound we quickly flowed
And we fought with the weapons in our
Chemical code
How bright are the fires of thought
In a chain of command
1 | Dear God |
2 | Making Plans For Nigel |
3 | King For A Day |
4 | Generals And Majors |
5 | The Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead |
6 | Work |
7 | Stupidly Happy |
8 | The Disappointed |
9 | Are You Receiving Me? |
10 | Respectable Street |