Well there's some high and mighty people In this big judgemental world They got morals, to which they must aspire But these high, mighty people They find it so distressin' That everybody's messin' with fire Well you told me lotsa stories You said, "Look, but do not touch." Well, babe we all do things we don't admire So don't sit there and plead with me Just hush your mouth, take heed of me Cos everybody's messin' with fire It's the same kinda hunger, but I guess it's hard to name

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