A Good Fire - Clutch

I remember hearing Sabbath for the first time

When I was thirteen years old

A large field party outside Damascus

In the grips of October’s cold

Alder birch cedar boxwood pine

Who among us can deny?

We love a good fire

We love a good fire

I made eyes with a girl whose name

I can not clearly remember

Then again, that was some thirty years ago

And our words have been lost to the timber

Alder birch cedar boxwood pine

Who among us can deny?

We love a good fire

We love a good fire

Like a babe in the woods

I knew right there that I’d been had

Like a lamb among the wolves

I knew right there that I’d been had

This rusted hatchet weighs

Much too heavy in the hand

And all across my countryside

No longer trees do stand

Sycamore, oak, and ash

Nothing in this world can ever last

Can ever last

Now a geezer’s nightmare

Slowly unfolds

The sound of English rain pisses on the coals

Alder birch cedar boxwood pine

Who among us can deny?

We love a good fire

We love a good fire

We love a good fire

Who doesn’t love a good fire?