Fire Down Below
- Jo Camilleri, Nick Smith
straight
to the bottom of the deepest black sea
high on a cargo of bootleg
diesolene
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
a thousand long goodbyes
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 going 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