Furnaces Songtext / Lyric

No matter how much coal you shovel in the mouth of your child

These furnaces still want more, these furnaces still want more

They come in fleets and in droves, the puritanical (folk)

These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss with the ropes tied round your wrist,

You're the last illusionist but you don't know it

This is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,

Keep the furnace burning less we turn into rust

Hungry little bird in his nest (sat there) fracking for the shale gas

These furnaces never know when to quit, these furnaces never keep the oil slick,

So you spark up another cigar, rev the engine on your bulletproof car,

These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss with the ropes tied round your wrist,

You're the last illusionist but you don't know it

This is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,

Keep the furnace burning less we turn into rust

This is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,

Keep the furnace burning less we turn into rust

Keep it burning baby

This is junkyard love on the scrapheap of lust,

Keep the furnace burning less we turn into rust