one more to tie to the whipping post

papers that peddle the holy ghost

once more the victim of circumstance pays



if paper plates serve the final feast

sharpen your knives for a front page piece

sitting safe in the front row seats



you make a big noise

big fire

big noise

you and the big boys are playin' with fire

big noise



you'd take me down to a peeping show

frame me in photos in old soho

now who's gonna give me a second chance?



you make a big noise

big fire

big noise

you and the big boys are playin' with fire

big noise



try to give me one thing

straight from the heart

straight from the heart...



so make a big noise

big fire

big noise

you and the big boys are playin' with fire

big noise...

and when the smoke clears

there's no fire

big noise

(straight from the heart?)