Mark Lenover The Furnace Lyrics

Turn up the furnace and tap your feet
Lord, make us ugly and make us sweet
Give us lightning and give us coal
Make us hysterical

We don't want to go
Where everybody knows our names

Turn up the furnace and stomp your feet
God, make us humble and give us heat
Give us muscle and give us soul Make us heretical
Give us comfort and lunacy
Give us colour and make us clean
Break our narcosis and see us home
Make us tangible

We don't want to go
Where everybody knows our names
And we don't want to stay
Where everybody stays the same