Oh sweet thing. Zion doesn't love you. And Babylon don't love you. But you love everything. Oh you saint. America don't love you. So I could never love you. In spite of everything. In the dark of this place. There's the glow of your face. There's the dust on the screen. Of this broken machine. And I can't help but feel. That I've made some mistake. But I let it go. Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Only I am that I am. But who could ever live that way?. Oh the motherland don't love you. The fatherland don't love you. So why love anything?. Oh good God. The faithless they don't love you. The zealous hearts don't love you. And that's not gonna change. All the cameras and files. All the paranoid styles. All the tension and fear. Of your secret career. And I can't help but feel. That you see the mistakes. But you let it go. Ya Hey. Ya Hey. Ya Hey. Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Through the heart and through the flames. You won't even say your name. You say I am that I am. But who could ever live that way?. Outside the tents on the festival grounds. As the air began to cool and the sun went down. My soul swooned as I faintly heard the sound. Of you spinning Israelites. Into "19th Nervous Breakdown". Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Only I am that I am. But who could ever live that way?. Through the fire and through the flames. You won't even say your name. Only I am that I am. But who could ever live that way?