What's a man to do?
What's a man to say?
He works his whole life through
Then just slips away
Well it's fire, fire, fire in the sky
Fire, fire, heaven's burning
Fire, fire, fire in the sky
You can't go home no more
Well if I've lived a year
Then I've lived sixty-six
I've lived them mostly here
Where you see that pile of bricks
I'll tell you what I've seen
And I'll tell you what I've learned
There ain't a thing more mean
Than a home that's been robbed and burned
