Текст Labelle – Slow Burn

We live on the doorstep of pleasure
We bury our martyrs in vain
We must raise ourselves up much higher
To renig is to live it again

Somebody’s gonna get caught in the keyhole
Somebody’s gonna get locked up outside
Somebody’s gonna get caught in the peep-hole
Somebody’s gonna get left by surprise

We dance to the tune of the piper
Who will teach the young children, I say
We must raise ourselves up much higher
It’s a game of roulette if we stay
Your mind’s filled with doors left unopened
With the promise of broadening our zone
We must raise ourselves up much higher
Slow burning in fire’s too warm

Rise-pull the wool from your eyes
Rise-slow burning in fire ain’t wise
So rise-pull the wool from your eyes
So rise-slow burning in fire ain’t wise

Somebody’s gonna get caught
Somebody’s gonna get locked
Somebody’s gonna get caught
Somebody’s gonna get left by surprise

We live on the doorstep of pleasure
We bury our martyrs in vain