I could never keep a beat Too busy in my paradise Put a crocodile in high office And something out of place inside When all is said and all is done My hands that work with a fire and steel Fashion play your part To be workers of red Fashion play your part To be workers While all the time you dance around And things get fucked and were to blame And I couldnt think political blue When all is said and all is done My hands that work with a fire and steel Fashion play your part To be workers of red Fashion play your part To be workers When all is said and all is done My hands that work with a fire and steel And motionless well slip away Images are my thoughts too real