Where has my sister gone?
Says the fire boy to his mother
They gone down to the moratorium
With your crazy little brother
Do you think she might mind if I tag along?
Says the fire boy as he detaches
Here take me down some petroleum
And a rag and a box of matches
You better hide you better hide away
Oh, the fire boy is purging
You better hide, you better hide away
Yeah, the cops, they are searching
Oh, we were always running away
Said the fire boy to his little sons
We were always running away
Yeah, my darling, oh, my precious ones, come on
I'm gonna go wake up Mary
And together we'll get loaded
Yeah, I'm gonna bite deep into her cherry
While the government houses exploded
Yeah, I love the way she jumped the counter
In her miniskirt and her leather boots
Well, I don't know what I ever did without her
As we hide in the alleyways and the garbage chutes
Yeah, we were always running away
Said the fire boy to his little sons
Yeah, we were always running away
Oh, my darling, my precious ones, alright
Hey, come on
Shoot it at the sun
Oh, come on
Shoot it at the sun