Blondie - The kind is gone

They came from the second city

Where the screams came unattached

Addiction was the latest style

In the faces they could not match

There was a blue beat playing

On the radio left behind

And a man selling lies as truth

Like a king who was loved too much

They made a mess of their only child

But her innocence was not lost

While the judge and jury took their time

They counted the miles and laughed

Make way for the way we are

The lever still burns though the king is gone...

Fever comes to the innocent

It can make you mad and tree

But you'll never find a scrap of love

II you don't wanna feel the heat

A million flames are lickin'

They lie like dogs at our feet

Waitin for words of wisdom

From the mouths of the bittersweet

In the valley of indiscretion

Where fear plays the piper's tune

The heroes are the ones who tell the truth

And break the rules with the courage of love

Make way for the way we are

Fever still burns though the king is gone.