Have you ever witnessed such a sight?nA curious conditionnThis ain't no good, this isn't rightnnWooden matches in a silver tinnAnd the faint smell of bourbonnThis house won't stand the nightnnStrike one full of angernStrike one full of griefnStrike one 'til the embers burn beneath your feetnnNo lamb shall be sacrificednYou won't evade damnationnNo God would sanctifynnIt's a tangle that will not unwindnThere are no fire exitsnWhen will you see the light?nFire! Fire!