Firestorm

I ain't like that anymore I don't kick off like before I'm more relaxed, I'm all reformed I ain't a firestorm I played a show in Club Delaney Long, but still they would not pay me They said times were tough and I said tough times just abound They said it's all misunderstanding And I should not be so demanding In the old days I'd have burned the bastards down I made my way from Spain to France A naked sort of paper dance There were stamps to beg for and palms demanding grease They said there's nothing they could do They said there's tricks that get you through Was a time I would have nailed those palms to trees Cause now you've turned my eyes to see A wider view, a kinder scene I used to blame the forest for the trees But you hold my hand and step me back A love that lights a charcoal past A trail of ash and burned down memories I used to flap my tongue like fists of flint against the granite fools Until sparks blazed in my eyes, it's true But now I'm done with that, I haven't Torched the woods to kill one rabbit Not for years, not until they came and fucked with you I'm still like that some I know There's still kindling in my soul It burns quiet, it burns slow Until a firestorm explodes