M. Hutchence/The Heads



They Came From The Second City

Where The Screams Came Unattached

Addiction Was The Latest Style

In The Faces They Could Not Match

There Was A Blue Beat Playing

On The Radio Left Behind

And A Man Selling Lies As Truth

Like A King Who Was Loved Too Much



They Made A Mess Of Your Only Child

Her Innocence Was Not Lost

While The Judge And Jury Took Their Dime

They Counted The Miles And Laughed



Make Way For The Way We Are

The Fever Still Burns Though The King Is Gone



Fever Comes To The Innocent

It Can Make You Mad And Free

But You Never Find A Scrap Of Love

If You Don't Wanna Feel The Heat



A Million Flames Are Lickin'

They Lie Like Dogs At Your Feet

Waitin' For The Words Of Wisdom

From The Mouths Of The Bittersweet



In The Valley Of Indiscretion

Where Fear Plays The Piper's Tune

The Heroes Are The Ones Who Tell The Truth

And Break The Rules With The Courage Of Love



Make Way For The Way We Are

Fever Still Burns Though The King Is Gone

Make Way For The Way We Are

The King Is Gone

But The Fever Lives On.