Letra da Música: Firepits - The Three Johns

All of the streets they have been cleaned up
By the men striped in fluorescent yellow
Then the cars they begin to roam the streets
Similarly striped in yellow
Like an eel through the concrete and steel
125 moves its breakfast around
Down at the firepit men warm their hands
They can see what they're really up against



Oh the ball of power
Begins to throb and spin
You can see it getting into motion
Down at the firepits



Down at the firepits dusty shafts of gold
Men can see what they're really up against
Like an eel through the concrete and steel
125 moves its breakfast around