The Big Fire -

When the big fire burns right thru the nation

Let us assume for the sake of conversation;

How sweet it’s been all since the flood

Within that name you must maintain the fire that boils your blood

Because hell is crawling over both man and mother earth

Will the pigs fly today?

Was it karma or a curse?

At the big fire, hear the cosmic choir

I’m going to the big fire, before the big fire burns right thru

And it ain’t that bad that the world’s gone mad

With a peace no more than a fight against war

And i won’t pretend it doesn’t bend my brain

With blood too cold for another man’s veins

And they would still be singing

But now they’re barely clinging to the flames

Are you coming out to the big fire?

Will i see you at the big fire?

I’m going out to the big fire

Will it be enough at the big, big fire?

The like of it hasn’t ever been seen

From front to back or in between

Small sparks fly at the big disaster

And i’ll lend you before;

let me borrow the after

Frying in a pan as the last egg hatches

And you’ll never put it out until everything is ashes