Friday night and the ship is in, anchored down and flagging wind, away from all of this, lay, lay us down in the fire…
Your over there with the working girls all your time in the underworld and those nights in the shadow factories, lay, lay us down, down in the fire…
Sunday now and I’m off my knees, the albatross is in the breeze and I am home, wherever that may be, lay, lay us down, down in the fire…