Bring Me a Fire King - Bell X1

Let’s ask what the markets would do

'Cause markets have feelings too

But just might not be in the mood

Sitting there, playing stick-man golf on his phone

He didn’t ask for any of this

None of this «Her life is in your hands!»

And Moody says he’s good for it

Said we can build the whole thing right here on this sand

Bring me a Fire King

Bring me a Fire King

Who’s ever next in line

Is taking her sweet time

All of this scrambling

Is filling more than a God-shaped hole

So many chancers

It’s hard to know who the real stars are anymore

I can listen and nod solemnly

Believe in real change, right now

And turn right back to worrying

About weather this bin-liner's gonna fit around

Bring me a Fire King

Bring me a Fire King

Who’s ever next in line

Is taking her sweet time

Bring me a Fire King

Bring me a Fire King

Who’s ever next in line

Is taking her sweet time

Is taking her sweet time

Is taking her sweet time

Is taking her sweet time

Is taking her sweet time