Fire Don’t Know

Son, listen close, there's one thing for sure
That the fire don't know not to burn your hands

Woman, the wind blows, better go grab your coat
'Cause the winter don't know that you don't like the cold

But I, I do
I, I do

Bullets and steel, they don't think, they don't feel
Well they ain't got no plans to shoot down a man

Silver and gold, well it comes and it goes
Well the money don't know, I got mouths to feed

But I, I do
I, I do