Fields Of Fire - The Murder City Devils

Oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Don’t kindle your wrath against me, against me

I know you feast

I know you feast on fire

I got a wife

I got a family in those fields

Oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Don’t kindle your wrath against me, against me

I believe

In my mother’s religion

And I will

And I will change

We go to church

We go to church on Sunday

And we’re back drinking

Drinking on Monday

Oh we got by in the past

But how bout' tomorrow

Oh Lord

I got a life in those fields, in those fields

Oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Don’t kindle your wrath against me

Oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Don’t kindle your flame against me

Don’t set my fields

Don’t set my fields on fire

Don’t set my fields

Don’t set my fields on fire

With my anointing waits

It waits in those fields

And it was true

Yesterday that its true

Today, today, oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Don’t kindle your wrath against me

Oh Lord

Don’t set my fields on fire

Oh God

Oh give me one more day