THE LAST FLAME
One more day, one more note
One more returned bill, one more lost chord
One more broken dream reserved
To the elected
of this fucking world
One more day in the trench
Never was so pleasant another wrench
Hugged to us in good times and bad
Like a
faithful, sweet and loving wench
We’re the last flame
What we do is so wrong
It’s naïve, primitive, old fashioned job
We don’t
know innovate or leave it
Or be absorbed for your army of snobs
We don’t know be so tame
Going to disaster opposite the herd
While
the light shines will sound the last songs
Although tomorrow be deleted our name
We’re the last flame
When the fire goes
out tomorrow
Another crazy man ignites all my fucking words
We’re the last flame