| Let's pull this piano | |
| Out from the wall, | |
| Clear the young children | |
| From out of the hall, | |
| Stuff it with tender | |
| Put 'paid' to it all … | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let's beat this guitar | |
| It was meant to be heard | |
| The way a confession | |
| Is dragged word by word | |
| From out of the mouths | |
| Of the sick and the cured … | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Runs through the door | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| We hadn't before | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the floor, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing … | |
| Let's string up that harp | |
| From the limb of a tree, | |
| Let it swing out above us | |
| And buckle our knees | |
| A hymn for the hopeless here, | |
| Thicker than thieves … | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Cuts through the song | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| Along for so long | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the lawn, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing … | |
| Let your iron lungs, | |
| My dark heart | |
| Crack open with diamonds | |
| When the real rumble starts | |
| Stand naked in smoke, | |
| Sending up sparks, | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world |
| Let' s pull this piano | |
| Out from the wall, | |
| Clear the young children | |
| From out of the hall, | |
| Stuff it with tender | |
| Put ' paid' to it all | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let' s beat this guitar | |
| It was meant to be heard | |
| The way a confession | |
| Is dragged word by word | |
| From out of the mouths | |
| Of the sick and the cured | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Runs through the door | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| We hadn' t before | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the floor, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing | |
| Let' s string up that harp | |
| From the limb of a tree, | |
| Let it swing out above us | |
| And buckle our knees | |
| A hymn for the hopeless here, | |
| Thicker than thieves | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Cuts through the song | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| Along for so long | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the lawn, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing | |
| Let your iron lungs, | |
| My dark heart | |
| Crack open with diamonds | |
| When the real rumble starts | |
| Stand naked in smoke, | |
| Sending up sparks, | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world |
| Let' s pull this piano | |
| Out from the wall, | |
| Clear the young children | |
| From out of the hall, | |
| Stuff it with tender | |
| Put ' paid' to it all | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let' s beat this guitar | |
| It was meant to be heard | |
| The way a confession | |
| Is dragged word by word | |
| From out of the mouths | |
| Of the sick and the cured | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Runs through the door | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| We hadn' t before | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the floor, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing | |
| Let' s string up that harp | |
| From the limb of a tree, | |
| Let it swing out above us | |
| And buckle our knees | |
| A hymn for the hopeless here, | |
| Thicker than thieves | |
| Let it stoke the fires of the world | |
| A clanging black train | |
| Cuts through the song | |
| Connecting the fears | |
| Along for so long | |
| Leaves them in ribbons | |
| Strewn out on the lawn, | |
| Tangled as ever we sing | |
| Let your iron lungs, | |
| My dark heart | |
| Crack open with diamonds | |
| When the real rumble starts | |
| Stand naked in smoke, | |
| Sending up sparks, | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world | |
| Let us stoke the fires of the world |