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Eede/MacMichael
One more to tie to the whipping post
papers that peddle the holy ghost
once more the victim of circumstance pays
if paper plates serve the final feast
sharpen your knives for a front page piece
sitting safe in the front row seats
you make a big noise
big fire
big noise
you and the big boys are playin' with fire
big noise
you'd take me down to a peeping show
frame me in photos in old soho
now who's gonna give me a second chance?
you make a big noise
big fire
big noise
you and the big boys are playin' with fire
big noise
try to give me one thing
straight from the heart
straight from the heart...
so make a big noise
big fire
big noise
you and the big boys are playin' with fire
big noise...
and when the smoke clears
there's no fire
big noise
(straight from the heart?)