They came from the second city
  Where the screams came unattached
  Addiction was the latest style
  In the faces they could not match
  There was a blue beat playing
  On the radio left behind
  And a man selling lies as truth
  Like a king who was loved too much
  They made a mess of their only child
  But her innocence was not lost
  While the judge and jury took their time
  They counted the miles and laughed
  Make way for the way we are
  The lever still burns though the king is gone...
  Fever comes to the innocent
  It can make you mad and tree
  But you'll never find a scrap of love
  II you don't wanna feel the heat
  A million flames are lickin'
  They lie like dogs at our feet
  Waitin for words of wisdom
  From the mouths of the bittersweet
  In the valley of indiscretion
  Where fear plays the piper's tune
  The heroes are the ones who tell the truth
  And break the rules with the courage of love
  Make way for the way we are
  Fever still burns though the king is gone.