Here shall we live in this terrible town
  Where the price for our minds
  shall squeeze them tight like a fist
  And the walls shall have eyes
  And the doors shall have ears
  But we'll dance in their dark
  And they'll play with our lives
    Like a Slow Burn
  Leading us on and on and on
  Like a Slow Burn
  Turning us round and round and round Hark who are we
  So small in times such as these
  Slow Burn
  Slow Burn
    Oh, these are the days
  These are the strangest of all
  These are the nights
  These are the darkest to fall
  But who knows?
  Echoes in tenement halls
  Who knows?
  Though the years spare them all
    Like a Slow Burn
  Leading us on and on and on
  Like a Slow Burn
  Twirling us round and round
  and upside down
  There's fear overhead
  There's fear overground
  Slow Burn
  Slow Burn
  Like a Slow Burn
  Leading us on and on and on
  Like a Slow Burn
  Turning us round and round and round And here are we
  At the center of it all
  Slow Burn
  Slow Burn
  Slow Burn