Six seven wood pile till ten or eleven at night
we'll light it on fire, I'm not a liar, I swear
I've got a box of matches and a jug of gasoline
And the fire will burn all our souls clean
Till four or five am since never the sun
rises again, always the hop, the hope of tomorrow.
sludge slides into the ocean
it's a potion of mine
to teach the sea creatures of fire
on the beach, don't you call me a liar
We'll burn that pile of wood
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