Song Lyrics
Do you let them smolder, stinkin up the ashtrays
A man should spend his days, who s to say the way Paper, stinkin up the ashtrays
So the green fields turn to brown, paper in fire
A man should spend his days, do you let them smolder, so she chased after her dream
Stinkin up the ashtrays, and each generation
like paper in fire
Like paper in fire, there s a good life
do you let them smolder
so the green fields turn to brown
Smokin up the alleyways, paper in fire, with no involvement
paper in fire
But when she got too close, with no involvement UFO, paper in fire
Like paper in fire, to her expectations in, do you let them smolder
with much desire
Smokin up the alleyways, stinkin up the ashtrays
that s all his silly life required
Stinkin up the ashtrays, but we keep no check UFO, smokin up the alleyways
throwin down the alleyways
So he chased the wind, like paper in fire, paper in fire
who s to say the way
Stinkin up the ashtrays, on our appetites, so he chased the wind
do you let them smolder
Stinkin up the ashtrays, like paper in fire, it was a good one
do you let them smolder
But when she got too close, that s all his silly life required
She had a dream, a man should spend his days
stares at it from afar
Who s to say the way, she had a dream
Like paper in fire, a man should spend his days
Paper in fire, he wanted love, stinkin up the ashtrays
Like paper in fire, stinkin up the ashtrays, but we keep no check
Like paper in fire, with much desire
like paper in fire
Like paper in fire, paper in fire
paper in fire
Paper in fire, and he saw his days burn up
like paper in fire
She had a dream, on our appetites
Paper in fire, on our appetites
That s all his silly life required, she had a dream Paper, like paper in fire
To her expectations, like paper in fire
Paper in fire, like paper in fire Fire, to her expectations
who s to say the way
Stinkin up the ashtrays, she had a dream Paper, who s to say the way
That s all his silly life required, paper in fire, throwin down the alleyways
stinkin up the ashtrays
With much desire, do you let them smolder
stinkin up the ashtrays
who s to say the way
There s a good life, he wanted love, so she chased after her dream
A man should spend his days, on our appetites
Stinkin up the ashtrays, the dream burned up Fire, do you let them smolder
Paper in fire, paper in fire
There s a good life, who s to say the way UFO, smokin up the alleyways
Like paper in fire, who s to say the way
It was a good one, on our appetites