Fire Down Below

Straight to the bottom

Of the deepest black sea

High on a cargo of bootleg diesoline

Don't need no morning star

To guide me back to shore

Burn all my blankets

I won't be home no more

You might need a witness

Let some angel testify

Burnin' from the kisses

Of thousand long goodbye

The heat is shimmerin'

It's time to throw the switch

Send off a beacon

There's panic on the bridge

Waves above us

Fire down below

Last chance to roll

That Memphis domino

Those tanks are gonna blow

Break down the hatches

There's a riot goin' on

Someone's screamin' murder

But the killer's long gone

Creepin' round the cabin

On your tattooed hands and knees

Tastes like the cure

But hooks like a disease

Can't see those harbour lights

No streets to roam

Burn all my blankets

I won't be comin' home

Straight to the fire down below

(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)