Audioslave - Original Fire - табы GTP и PTB

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4) 

With a pen in one hand, taking us and burned on kerosine 

Headed for a fire would find us something to believe 

Wallowing round with dirty hands on wires 

Singing songs in dischord choirs 

Screaming in brail, no temptress prize 

could ever yield anything so real 

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x2) 

Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to be 

Diving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten city 

When the rain falls ever after 

the swinging vines hang dead in rafters 

Blood rush to (here?) your head induces of laughter endlessly 

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on 

The original fire has died and long gone, but the riot inside moves on 

Can't explain it, it was something to see 

Can't contain something ethereal 

Ethereal 

Can't explain it, it was something to see 

Can't contain something so ethereal 

Ethereal 

The original fire has died and gone, but the riot inside moves on (x4)