This is it, the great fire.
There's fire everywhere, (emergency).
Babylone, Paris is collapsing,
New York City, Iroquois which
are tumbling now. Come on!
London, Delhi, Dallas in
the show, Tribute to pompier art.
You can hear the sirens, they're
leaving the big scale.
Go. (Go!).
Tribute to the tectonique art.
A techno-picnic on the disembowelled
land but the fault is
dug, distintergrated.
Claudia Schiffer says she's
not even scared and everyone
applauds, on the telly.
Get a grip, Get a grip!
You've gotta run now,
she's in a bunker,
there's no more programme,
there's not even any more time
tonight folks.
It's the fire, the great fire (x 4)
It's the tsunami,
rats can no longer
laugh, escape, hide
in a hideout, bury themselves.
The side is tiny,
on the edge of the abyss.
Implosion, explosion,
death to the con rhyme.
Scoundrels, B***ards,
Standards, Badgers!
Everyone for themself that reminds us
as soon as we had the trigger.
Wanadoo, a doowupadoo,
(I wanna, I wanna, wanna go
with you), too late, little,
little devil! Compensation
is peanuts, you'll have nothing!
Run! (x 4)
No flying limit.
Speed up!
Speed up, we don't have time.
You always think you can
stop to dispose of yourself into a corner
to lie down and forget the pace!
It's the fire, the great fire...