I hope you don't shoot at the Turks, oh I hope you don't stoop to dirty words, oh I hope you don't send up the birds I hope you don't send up the birds When you watch your houses come down And all the flames shooting around Up there in the air and down here on the ground I hope you don't send up the stripes, oh I hope you don't swallow all the high glow I hope you don't sight all the bright snow Shake your fist out at the night, oh When you watch your houses come down And all the flames shooting around Up there in the air and down here on the ground You find blame where you want it to be You find blame where you want it to be So fix it up, fix it up You find blame where you want it to be