Across the Border

Fat On The Fire

It’s looking like the end for me as you don the black cap,

Judge, jury and executioner, my head bowed in the dock.

The witness for the defence and the prosecution for the crown,

No chance of a mistrial as you hand the sentence down.


Chorus

I’m pouring oil on troubled waters,

While you’re throwing fat on the fire.

And we both know what’s at stake,

As you build my funeral pyre.

 

And high up in the gallery as the public swing,

There’s the sound of baying baying for my blood.

I’m public enemy number one enemy of the state,

The court is dancing celebrating my fate.

 

I’m pouring oil on troubled waters,

While you’re throwing fat on the fire.

And we both know what’s at stake,

As you build my funeral pyre.

 

Bridge:

And as I’m taken away and I lose sight of the sun,

I have to admit that justice has been done.

I have to accept accept the thought,

That if you commit the crime don’t get caught.


As you lead me from the dead man’s cell,

My last confession is what you fail to get.

All I hear are my footsteps and the sanctuary bell,

One foot in eternity and the other in hell.

 

I’m pouring oil on troubled waters,

While you’re throwing fat on the fire.

And we both know what’s at stake,

As you build my funeral pyre.


Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

Now you sleep, the sleep of the just.


(Jameson/Rowley)