CrucifiernNo firenCrucifiernFor the firennIt was your dutynThat summer of crueltynTo do what you did to menI guess I was a babynWritten all over was hurt mennSunburn was the least of itnSunburn was a benefitnI had a taste in my eyesnThe things I could have seennCloser over miles and milesnA happy ending sounded sillynnYou did what was right