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Cream Wheels Of Fire

It is a cold winter, away is the songbird And gone is her traveler, she waits at home The sun is on holiday, no leaves on the trees The animals sleep

[Instrumental]

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) Let's go down to where it's clean To see the time that might have been. The tides have carried off the beach. As you said

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) Upon this street where time has died. The golden treat you never tried. In times of old, in days gone by. If I could catch

(Ginger Baker and Mike Taylor) Pressed Rat and Warthog have closed down their shop, They didn't want to - 'twas all they had got. Selling atonal apples

, Gonna catch me a freight train. Gonna leave this town, Work done got to hard. She's gone, but I don't worry, I'm sittin' on top of the world. [Goodbye Cream

(Jack Bruce) See the old train go down the track Hear the wheels go clicketty clack It's comin' home, comin' home Leavin' town baby, ain't comin' home

(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses

fucks Gimme ya fuckin' money [Incomprehensible] Uhuh, check it I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire