After

After
After love
After love forsaken
Tell me what’s left
Tell me what’s right
After
After life
After life mistaken
Tell me what’s left
Tell me what’s right
Feed the fire, feed the flame
Somethin' for nothin', playin' the game
Your hungry heart, your restless soul
You sold for a scepter you gotta let go
All around you were glory bound
But now where’s your company, yeah
Feed the fire, watch and see
It’s lookin' like World War III
After the sky has fallen
After the river rage
At dawn the dream awakens
To see what’s left
To see what’s right
After
After the world has crumbled
After the stars have tumbled
Tell me what’s left
Tell me what’s right (Yeah)
Feed the fire, feed the flame
Over and over, again and again
Your hungry heart, your restless soul
You got 'em for nothin', you gotta let go
They repossessed your posh address
'Cause you can’t pay their fee, yeah, yeah
Feed the fire from the balcony
Lookin' down on World War III
Burn my body but freeze my brain
In fifty years I want to live again
In stainless steel on a slowly spinning wheel
Ooh, ooh, hereafter
Whoa, ooh, oh
Fill my canister with good old muscatel
But screw my lid on tight, I don’t want to go to hell
Whoa ooh oh
On second thought, it—it might be just as well
Ooh, ooh, hereafter
Uh, ah ow we
Uh, um uh luh
Uh, ooh
Uh, yup
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Oh, ohoh, ah ah ah
Yeah
Whoa
Feed the fire
Over and over
Hungry hearts, jealous souls
The shotgun is waiting, you gotta let go
Let go
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Feedin' the fire with the family tree
We’re startin' up World War III
Startin' up World War III
We’re startin' up
We’re startin' up World War III
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
Nah, nah, nah nah nah
After the vow is spoken
After our hearts are broken
After the guns are smokin'
Tell me what’s left, what’s right
Feed the fire, feed the flame
Take all the credit and none of the blame
The wounded heart, the broken soul
The noble profession, they all gotta go
After the river has crested
After the plague’s infested
After we launch the rockets
Burn the forest, dam the oceans
Tell me what’s left
Tell me what’s right
Tell me what’s left
Tell me what’s right
'Cause I don’t know anymore