Lyin' In A Bed Of Fire - Little Steven, The Disciples Of Soul

Where does all the smoke come from baby

Ain’t it hard to see through it

Don’t it hurt your eyes to try

It was so much easier yesterday

When all we had to do was survive

Well it’s trust somebody or we’re all goin' down baby

But the neighborhood ain’t what it used to be

In case you ain’t looked lately

You wait and pray, maybe it’ll all go away

It clings like a curse

But being nowhere is worse

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

Did we come all this way just to blow it

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

We’re burnin' and we don’t even know it

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

If you want to keep what you got then defend her

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

Better wake up now or surrender

Whatever happened to everybody I heard talkin' so loud

All the changes that never came to be

I’ve still got that same old bad taste in my mouth

Somebody took something that once belonged to me

Well it may not be in my best interest to be pointing my finger

But I’m still pointing my finger right at you

Take control or keep following blind

I’m trying to get straight but I’m running out of time

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

Can’t you feel the heat all around us

We’re lyin' in a bed of fire

The flames threatening to drown us

Had me a real bad dream last night

This morning my bad dream was alive walking the streets of New York

City

Somebody has to face this thing somehow

There’s no one left but us now

We’re all just lyin' in a bed of fire