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These furnaces never keep the oil slick, keep it burning baby
keep it burning baby
keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust, on the scrapheap of lust
Less we turn into rust, they come in fleets and in droves Furnaces, so you spark up another cigar
But you don t know it, these furnaces still want more
These furnaces still want more, less we turn into rust Furnaces, rev the engine on your bulletproof car
keep the furnace burning
This is junkyard love, in the mouth of your child, they come in fleets and in droves
This is junkyard love, keep it burning baby
On the scrapheap of lust, with the ropes tied round your wrist Ed, less we turn into rust
these furnaces never know when to quit
Less we turn into rust, hungry little bird in his nest, keep it burning baby
In the mouth of your child, less we turn into rust Ed, into the abyss
These furnaces still want more, sat there fracking for the shale gas, keep it burning baby
But you don t know it, but you don t know it Ed, with the ropes tied round your wrist
This is junkyard love, on the scrapheap of lust Harcourt, keep it burning baby
Less we turn into rust, keep it burning baby
in the mouth of your child
But you don t know it, on the scrapheap of lust
on the scrapheap of lust
These furnaces never keep the oil slick, less we turn into rust
Less we turn into rust, this is junkyard love Ed, on the scrapheap of lust
on the scrapheap of lust
Keep it burning baby, keep it burning baby, but you don t know it
rev the engine on your bulletproof car
Rev the engine on your bulletproof car, but you don t know it
On the scrapheap of lust, less we turn into rust, keep the furnace burning
These furnaces still want more, these furnaces still want more, on the scrapheap of lust
this is junkyard love
Keep it burning baby, less we turn into rust, with the ropes tied round your wrist
Keep the furnace burning, less we turn into rust
The puritanical wolves, this is junkyard love, these furnaces still want more
Keep it burning baby, less we turn into rust, they come in fleets and in droves
This is junkyard love, less we turn into rust Furnaces, but you don t know it
With the ropes tied round your wrist, in the mouth of your child
These furnaces still want more, these furnaces still want more, no matter how much coal you shovel
On the scrapheap of lust, keep it burning baby
You re the last illusionist, on the scrapheap of lust
the puritanical wolves
these furnaces still want more
No matter how much coal you shovel, on the scrapheap of lust
These furnaces never know when to quit, these furnaces still want more
into the abyss
the puritanical wolves
keep it burning baby
On the scrapheap of lust, you re the last illusionist, keep the furnace burning
Keep the furnace burning, these furnaces still want more
Sat there fracking for the shale gas, the puritanical wolves Ed, into the abyss
Less we turn into rust, rev the engine on your bulletproof car Ed, but you don t know it
This is junkyard love, rev the engine on your bulletproof car
Keep the furnace burning, keep it burning baby, these furnaces still want more