Mark Hilsdon - Fire!

Fire!
I am a gun-less gun for hire
Guessing the date the milk expires
Chilling events may soon transpire
Circumstances dire
Discover the problem underlier
Out of the fridge into the fryer
It's gonna come down to the wire
To the wire, wire, wire
You're meeting a magic multiplier
These are the hope that I have sired
Imagine the future they require
Pulling hard but very tired
Dazzle the seller and the buyer
Strumming a six-string rectifier
Through an eleven amplifier
Am-pli-fier, fire, fire!
Cease fire!
Cease fire!
Fire!
Those are the voices of my choir
Fanning the flames of my desire
Singing the songs that lift me higher
Lift me higher, higher, higher
Out of the muck, out of the mire
Breaking the chains that I acquired
Hitting the heights that she inspires
She inspires, spires, spires

Written by:
MARK HILSDON

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