Live at the Hot Point Festival, Lausanne, September 3 1988.
A crumpled future in your fist
The killing streak ascends sun kissed
And the fire starter from within
Pokes out from fever blistered grin
King Salamander that's his name
A desert maker that's his aim
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
Eager and willing to torch the land
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
He likes to watch the buildings burn
His ardor smoulders, phosphorous flies
He radiates with urgency, hypnotize
Stoke the furnace, feed his need, this thirst for fire is all he seeks
He's the blazing rubber making tracks, the blue touch paper at your back
All fire and brimstone, this Salamander King
He basks while all around him burns
Giddy up, burn-up, not fade away
These words ignite and pave his way
Giddy up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up
Sings these words in fervid frame
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
He likes to watch the pyres burn
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
17 авг 2024
