Fire On The Mountain
Jerry Garcia, Robert Hunter & Mickey Hart, 1978
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Long distance runner, what you standin there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door.
You're playin' cold music, on the barroom floor.
Drowned in your laughter, and dead to the core.
There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town,
Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down.
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Fire, fire on the mountain.
Fire, fire on the mountain.
Fire, fire on the mountain.
Fire, fire on the mountain.
Almost ablaze, still you don't feel the heat.
It takes all you got, just to stay on the beat.
You say it's a livin, we all gotta eat,
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete.
If mercy's a business, I wish it for you,
More than just ashes, when your dreams come true.
Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion, in a dash for the door.
The flame from your stage, has now spread to the floor.
You gave all you had, why you wanna give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take,
To the thin line beyond which, you really can't fake.