Lyrics Bring Me a Fire King - Bell X1

Bring Me a Fire King

Let’s ask what the markets would do
'Cause markets have feelings too
But just might not be in the mood
Sitting there, playing stick-man golf on his phone
He didn’t ask for any of this
None of this «Her life is in your hands!»
And Moody says he’s good for it
Said we can build the whole thing right here on this sand
Bring me a Fire King
Bring me a Fire King
Who’s ever next in line
Is taking her sweet time
All of this scrambling
Is filling more than a God-shaped hole
So many chancers
It’s hard to know who the real stars are anymore
I can listen and nod solemnly
Believe in real change, right now
And turn right back to worrying
About weather this bin-liner's gonna fit around
Bring me a Fire King
Bring me a Fire King
Who’s ever next in line
Is taking her sweet time
Bring me a Fire King
Bring me a Fire King
Who’s ever next in line
Is taking her sweet time
Is taking her sweet time
Is taking her sweet time
Is taking her sweet time
Is taking her sweet time