Paris Is Burning - Ladyhawke

I write to give word the war is over Send my cinders home to mother They gave me a medal for my valor Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power They say, "I'm on your side when nobody is, 'cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear" We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall I am sorry to report, dear Paris is burning after all We have taken to the streets in open rejoice, revolting We are dancing a black waltz, fair Paris is burning after all Oh, no Enclosed in this letter, there's a picture Black and white for your refridgerator Sticks and stones have made me smarter It's words that cut me under my armor They say, "I'm on your side when nobody is, 'cause nobody is Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear" We are waiting on a telegram to give us news of the fall I am sorry to report, dear Paris is burning after all We have taken to the streets in open rejoice, revolting We are dancing a black waltz, fair Paris is burning after all Oh, no, ooh Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris to the ground Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris, ashes now Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris to the ground Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris, ashes now Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris to the ground Dance poor people, dance and drown Dance fair Paris, ashes now

The sun is burning in the sky Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the West Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holding hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the West Now the sun is sinking low Children playing know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain and fear Twisted sightless wrecks of men Go groping on their knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared

Somewhere high in the desert, near a curtain of a blue Saint Ann's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of limelights The fans of Santa Ana are withering And you can't deny the living is easy If you never look behind the scenery It's showtime for dry climes And bedlam is dreaming of rain When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning This is not a test Of the emergency broadcast system Where Malibu fires and radio towers Conspire to dance again And I cannot believe the media Mecca They're only trying to peddle reality Catch it on prime time, story at nine The whole world is going insane When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning A placard reads, "The end of days" Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze More a question than a curse How could hell be any worse? The flames are starting The camera's running So take warning When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze Even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning