Oh, sweet thing,
Zion doesn't love you,
Babylon don't love you,
But you love everything.
Oh, you saint,
America don't love you,
So I could never love you,
In spite of everything.
In the dark of this place, there's the glow of your face,
There's the dust on the screen, of this broken machine,
And I can't help but feel, that I made some mistake, but I let it go
Ya hey, Ya hey, Ya hey
Through the fire and through the flames
(Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey)
You won't even say your name
(Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey)
Through the fire and through the flames, you won't even say your name,
Only I am that I am.
But who could ever live that way?
(Ya Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey, Yo De-O Hey, Ya Hey)
(chords same as first verse)
Outside the tents, on the festival grounds,
As the air began to cool, and the sun went down,
My soul swooned, as I faintly heard the sound,
Of you spinning Israelites, into 19th Nervous Breakdown
Through the fire and through the flames