Warm by the Fire

We got dead television pyres scraping up to the sky Monuments to our ingenuity We got our mojo working, we got kerosene working Behold the fruits of our industry Behold the crystal night become the crystal day Behold the sidewalks are glistening Flames rising, the law hides in fear Cars burning, mob surging near It's warm by the fire It's warmer by the fire We got shopping carts filled with Chanel and Dior In keeping with the new order We took control of the precinct, the whole of thе precinct In Gucci loafers and Prada As we Segway through the smoking avenues We're where it's at, it's a gas, gas, gas, gas Flames rising, the law hides in fear Cars burning, mob surging near It's warm by the fire It's warmer by the fire Oh, LA There will be no respite for the city of angels No escape from the chill of the ice But it's warm by the fire It's warmer by the fire, by the flames This is the script I'm not writing This is the scene I'm not in This is the part I'm not reading This is the pool I'm not in These are the cards I'm not holding This is the state I'm not in This is the role I'm not playing This is not who I am Oh, LA There will be no respite for the city of angels No escape from the chill of the ice But it's warm by the fire It's warmer by the fire, by the flames