Blue lights in a late-night summer sky
It starts on four
And it climbs to twenty more
You would have seen it from your ivory tower
Had you lived there
Could have made sure it never happened
If you'd cared
Seventy-two, seventy-two, seventy-two
Seventy-two, seventy-two should haunt you
But there are no lessons ever learned
When it's just the poor who burn
Red lights in a late-night summer sky
Ten years of fears always denied
You promised help that never came
Soon you'll conclude no-one's to blame
No-one's ever to blame
Seventy-two, seventy-two, seventy-two
Seventy-two, seventy-two should haunt you
But there are no lessons ever learned
When it's just the poor who burn