A crumpled future in your fist The killing streak ascends sun kissed And the firestarter 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 ardour smoulders, phosphorous flies He radiates with urgence to hypnotise 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' He 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
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