We all came out to Montreux We made Geneva showdown To make records with the mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa in the models Moved back to the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke of the world Fire in the sky Smoke of the world Burned down the gambling house You died with an awful sound And broke your car who's running it out Pulling kids off the ground When it all was over We had to find another place Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke of the world Fire in the sky Smoke of the world We ended up with a grand story It was empty and cold in bed But with the rolling truck Stoned thing just outside Making our music big With a few red lights And a few old bells We made a place to sleep No matter what we get out of this I know, I know we'll never *** it up Smoke of the world Fire in the sky Smoke of the world Smoke, smoke burning down Fire in the sky Smoke, smoke burning down Fire, fire in the sky Smoke of the world