Playing with Fire

You're playin' with fire You're playin' with fire You could be one in a million Could be walking down the street, just like any civilian You could be amphibian But it still don't mean that you ain't gonna fall victim to the April showers And the tombstone and the bouquet of old flowers Powers above who be guiding A madman at the wheel is the way we be riding down the line Standing upon corner, selling two at the time You really wanna shock it That's when you make the exchange in you pocket Lord, that's the way it goes That's the way it is That's the way it happens Mister or miss It's a dog eat dog world That's the truth Especially to the youth You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire (You're playing with fire) You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You'll end up on the funeral pyre and now you've lost your soul And to all the youngsters, you're a mystery role Ya think ya running the show but you're just being used like a dirty old hole A model of travesty, ya falling thru gravity Ya try to get a grip but you slip on your sanity There's nothing you can do when you realise it's a picture of you Is it something to reach to? Being all boxed up Didn't nobody teach you? They're gonna sell ya Feed you up and swell ya Like a fool in the frying pan I ain't a fortune teller I'm just a realist, a catalyst And if you get the gist, come closer, get it real crisp It's a dog eat dog world That's the truth Especially to the youth, (Ya playing with fire) You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire (You're cracked) You're playing with fire You're playing with fire (You're playing with fire) You're playing with fire You'll end up on the funeral pyre And now we're living in a cage And if you ain't got it made, it's a struggle not to fade It's all part of the game but nobody comes clean or wanna name any names The blame the neighbourhood for something so sad Originated from a diplomatic bag I see a face in an orange haze It's just a phase, a binge but I'd call it a craze Behaviour patterns going sixes and sevens, see? Heaven don't exist but hell's come to get thee Mars bars, soda's, chips all you touch And that's why you ain't looking up too much So come out of your nosedive Stop the music or you'll be dead as you arrive So come out of the nosedive Kill the sound or you'll be dead as you arrive (Ya playin' with fire) You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire You're playing with fire (You're playing with fire) You're playing with fire You're playing with fire (You're cracked) You're playing with fire You'll end up on the funeral pyre Every second, every minute, every hour You're playing with fire You're playing with fire