1.In The Core Of The Flame
If the Devil had seen your dress
He would've changed his name
Put down his fork and moved up above
Why burn in hell when you burn for love？
I know what I mean but just don't say
Cos all the old words get in the way
I'll stay with love
Cos that's the right word baby
That's the right word
Cos I love you
And that's the right word baby
That's the right word, the right word
There are two kinds of lovers in this world
Those who like diaminds and those who like dirt
Here I stand, my face is a mask
I'll take it off because you asked
I know what I mean but just don't say
Cos all the old words get in the way
I'll stay with love
Cos that's the right word baby
That's the right word
Cos I love you
And that's the right word baby
That's the right word, the right word
So hold me up on my word
And keep me down in the bed
There's one thing I should have said
Will you keep me safe from the world
And hold me just like a pearl？
The light always shines the brightest
In the Core of a Flame
After lead break sing the choruses yourself
2.The House That Jack Kerouac Built
You and I together, with nothing showing at all,
In a darkened cinema, I'll give you pleasure in the stalls.
Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too.
If it's through clenched teeth, that's what you driven me to
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; it's the living end.
Keep me away from her.
With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt,
Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built.
There's white magic, and bad rock'n'roll,
Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul.
The velvet curtains
The Chinese bell
With friends like these; you're damned as well.
Keep me away from her.
Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act.
You are reading me poetry, that's Irish, and so black.
I know you're warm, the warmest person alive,
But are you warm, deep down inside？
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends.
Keep me away from her.
Baby, I'm lonely.
You're on the road with a bad crowd.
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