Bring Me a Fire King

Let's ask what the markets would do
 'Cause markets have feelings too
 But just might not be in the mood
 Sitting there, playing stick-man golf on his phone
 He didn't ask for any of this
 None of this "Her life is in your hands!"
 And Moody says he's good for it
 Said we can build the whole thing right here on this sand
 Bring me a Fire King
 Bring me a Fire King
 Who's ever next in line
 Is taking her sweet time
 All of this scrambling
 Is filling more than a God-shaped hole
 So many chancers
 It's hard to know who the real stars are anymore
 I can listen and nod solemnly
 Believe in real change, right now
 And turn right back to worrying
 About weather this bin-liner's gonna fit around
 Bring me a Fire King
 Bring me a Fire King
 Who's ever next in line
 Is taking her sweet time
 Bring me a Fire King
 Bring me a Fire King
 Who's ever next in line
 Is taking her sweet time
 Is taking her sweet time
 Is taking her sweet time
 Is taking her sweet time
 Is taking her sweet time