Christmas Fire
I've been laying in the cold mud all day
Spine feels like twisted steel
if it's not busted clean through
Muscles burn and ache like pulled taffy
and my feet hurt because my boots are too small
Call in the young lads, full of piss and vinegar
Ride them in fast, time to change the old, wrecked guard
Ring in the young demons who can still smile
after eating soot and grime for eight hours at a time.
My helmet is older than I am
Slips over my eyes all the time
I bust my knuckles wide open on a fire plug
frozen shut by the December cold
as the orange yellow red flames
lick the eaves of the house
and my steaming breath and sweat mingles with the
white gray black ejaculate of the engulfed structure
Call in the young lads, full of piss and vinegar
Ride them in fast, time to change the old, wrecked guard
Ring in the young demons who can still smile
after eating soot and grime for eight hours at a time.
Run that line in and have a back up standing by
By Saint Florians beard,
we sent six in, and we better get six out.
The beast is dying, not bellowing at all
Just lies there,
smoking, charred and wet.
Call in the young lads, full of piss and vinegar
Ride them in fast, time to change the old, wrecked guard
Ring in the young demons who can still smile
after eating soot and grime for eight hours at a time.
Break the hose down
The beast has died
Slain by knights with watery lances
Borne by red steeds
Smoke on face and in their eyes
Refill the tankers
Hoist the tankards
We're all back safe and the only losses are
The house and some of my life
Call in the young lads, full of piss and vinegar
Ride them in fast, time to change the old, wrecked guard
Ring in the young demons who can still smile
after eating soot and grime for eight hours at a time.