It's on forever
Hit it
You've heard about that Blake
Went down the hill
In Chepstow in London
He was broke
But it was okay
Rome didn't matter or come up
But Heaven and hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up
The flaming hair shot through the streaking sun over him
Oh, merchant leave thy oil and Nebuchadnezzar
Never knew times like this
Rome didn't matter or come up
But Heaven and hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up
Oh, citizens of London
Enlarge thy countenance
From the flaming winged hairs of thought
In his forehead
Rome didn't matter or come off
But Heaven and hell did
And look up
The fire, the fire is falling
And look up, look up
