straight to the bottom of the deepest black sea
high on a cargo of bootleg diesolene
don't need no morning star to guide me back to shore
burn all my blankets, I won't be home no more
you might need a witness, let some angel testify
burnin' from the kisses of a thousand long goodbyes
the heat is shimmerin', it's time to throw the switch
send off a beacon, there's panic on the bridge
waves above us
fire down below
last chance to roll
that Memphis Domino
those tanks are gonna blow
break down the hatches, there's a riot going on
someone's screamin' murder but the killer's long gone
creepin' round the cabin on your tattooed hands and knees
tastes like the cure but hooks like a disease
can't see those harbour lights, no streets to roam
burn all my blankets, I won't be comin' home
straight to the fire down below