Squeaky - Born Ruffians

Somewhere in those wicked woods

You build your fire

And somehow in those foolish floods

You keep it dry

Idiots blow their wasted wind

But it burns so bright

Some time in that lonely life

You’ve become the night

Now somewhere there’s a little star

In the big black sky

And somehow in that endless void

You see its light

And spinning around its burning core

There could be some life

Looking up at you

For answers in the night

Hot potato armageddon

Good and evil, now wait a minute

What a stinkin' time

Just to be alive

All the people keep forgetting

A piece of bread, yeah, tuck it in your cheek

For a rainy day

Yeah, but you get rainy weeks

You’re a busted wheel, babe

But you never squeak

So they pass you over every time they sweep

But your signal fire is buried deep

In those wicked woods that you like to keep

So you throw your body upon the heap

And the flames surround you from head to feet

And it’s boiling over as the fire leaps

You embrace a grove of surrounding trees

And you feel it spreading like warm disease

And we all turn toward you to face the heat

Become the fire, fire

Become the fire, fire

Become the fire, fire

Become the fire, fire

Fire

Fire

Fire

Fire