No matter how much coal you shovel
In the mouth of your child
These furnaces still want more
These furnaces still want more

They come in fleets and in droves
The puritanical wolves
These furnaces still want more
These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss
With the ropes tied round your wrist
You’re the last illusionist
But you don't know it
This is junkyard love
On the scrapheap of lust
Keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust

Hungry little bird in his nest
(Sat there) fracking for the shale gas
These furnaces never know when to quit
These furnaces never keep the oil slick
So you spark up another cigar
Rev the engine on your bulletproof car
These furnaces still want more
These furnaces still want more

Into the abyss
With the ropes tied round your wrist
You’re the last illusionist
But you don't know it
This is junkyard love
On the scrapheap of lust
Keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust

This is junkyard love
On the scrapheap of lust
Keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust

Keep it burning baby
Keep it burning baby
Keep it burning baby

Keep it burning baby
Keep it burning baby
Keep it burning baby

This is junkyard love
On the scrapheap of lust
Keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust

This is junkyard love
On the scrapheap of lust
Keep the furnace burning
Less we turn into rust