Lyrics:

I could never keep a beattoo busy in my paradiseput a crocodile in high officeand something out of place insideWhen all is said and all is donemy hands that work with a fire and steelFashion play your partto be workers of redfashion play your partto be workersWhile all the time you dance aroundand things get fucked and we're to blameand I couldn't think political blueWhen all is said and all is donemy hands that work with a fire and steelFashion play your partto be workers of redfashion play your partto be workersWhen all is said and all is donemy hands that work with a fire and steeland motionless we'll slip awayimages are my thoughts too real

China Crisis Working With Fire And Steel