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?)