Lyrics

You should see how ignorant Well, you are being You know the first thing Oh about me Right on command Sound of fire You assume I'm stupid And I've ordered off alone No threat to myself, or you in your wheelchair Right on command Sound of fire, yeah For every inch, there's a mile Limits and lines are a matter of pride Where we are now Where we want to be The difference is unsettling Going on the instincts Going on the instincts The instincts