In the Narrows

I came stumbling in

My belly full of rage and gin

This city that we once held dear

Has become so hard to bare

The shipyard boys are back on strike

They can’t feed their kids or wives

Nothing sweet is born from war

Than the smell of the burning pines

It’s a bottleneck spark and contact

I’ve got to believe

If we all retreat history repeats

Don’t take this world from me

There’s a fire

Oh there’s a fire in the narrows

Let us scavenge like crows down here

While the rich exit the atmosphere

A master plan the centerpiece

Selling lies and gasoline

All the cloudmakers cry

Shut down the factory last night

They put a hole right through the sky

Right through the sky

Right through the sky

It’s a bottleneck spark and contact

I’ve got to believe

If we all retreat history repeats

Don’t take this world from me

There’s a fire

Oh there’s a fire in the narrows

There’s a fire

There’s a fire

There’s a fire

There’s a fire

Call me out with the flash of a flare

Don’t let me drown in that foggy air

It burns your throat

With salt and smoke

Don’t take my home

There’s a fire

Oh there’s a fire in the narrows