Chimney's Afire

The guilt they feel for killing that whale Her chimney's afire Her eyes The ire And with Bible leaf She fuels her own fire Her eyes The ire, the ire And with that sin Sinking into their skin The sin now a slick on the sea Now she's bound to the land By the lance of a man And her fire's trapped in the street lights Oh no What you've gone and done with a life Now she's bound to the land By the lance of a man And her fire's trapped in the street lights --- Chimney's Afire - Josh Pyke