[Vick]

..... and the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire

Paper in fire
Stinkin´ up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin´ up the alleyways

Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

There´s a good life
Right across the green fields
And each generation
Stares at it from afar

But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire