Help me; define the light that’s shining on me
To get back what they’ve taken from me
Build a little fire where it’s cold
Show me, the path that leads to all the glory
The words that tell a sacred story
Build a little fire where it’s cold
I wanna live in a dream, in my record machine
I wanna piece of the world and everyone inside my mouth
And all the money I waste, is it a matter of taste
I wanna piece of the world and you can’t make me spit it out
Take me, back from the darkness where they sent me
Give hope to places where it can’t be
Build a little fire where it’s cold
I wanna live in a dream, in my record machine
I wanna piece of the world and everyone inside my mouth
And all the money I waste, is it a matter of taste?
I wanna piece of the world and you can’t make me spit it out
You can’t give me a reason; I won’t need one to shine
You can’t give me the feelings, ‘cause they’re already mine
You get one in a million, and if the sun won’t rise on my sole
Then I’ll blow
(Stop the clocks and turn the world around)