Mr. Credit Interpol

[Verse 1]
There's nothing left to stop it
How long we knew?
Seems we brought some trouble with us how we wanted
Mr. Credit is dead and buried
Farewell
It's all a part of the game

[Chorus]
I wanna be there when you touch fire
I'll be the hand that you can clutch

[Verse 2]
I had a dream
That the ground was black
And the air was searing
Oh, no
The heavens are backing the sea
Are they backing me?
The roads are just scratches
The talk is sevеre
That's how it works
It's all impossibly cold

[Chorus]
I wanna be therе when you touch fire
I'll be the hand to pull you up, tiger
I wanna be there when you cut the wire
I'm the living end, I plead as such