To the nation's bravest, the heroes of every hometown


A hose in the hands of a fireman hangin' on for dear life,
That truck's comin round with a hell of a sound and blur
Of flashing light.

You can see the fire in our eyes,
We came here for the ride.

It took only twenty minutes after they dropped that tone
For us to be where the Devil dances together, but alone.

And just when the end