Where has my sister gone? Says the fire boy to his mother They gone down to the moratorium With your crazy little brother Do you think she might mind if I tag along Says the fire boy as he detaches Here take me down some petroleum And a rag and a box of matches You better hide you better hide away The fire boy is purging You better hide you better hide away Yeah, the cops they are surging Oh, we were always running away Said the fireboy to his little sons We were always running away My darling my precious ones I'm gonna go wake up Mary And together we'll get loaded I'm gonna bite deep into her cherry While the government houses exploded Yeah I love the way she jumped the counter In her miniskirt and her leather boots Well I don't know what I ever did without her As we hide in the alleyways and the garbage chutes Yeah we were always running away Said the fireboy to his little sons Yeah we were always running away Oh my darling, my precious ones Come on Come on Shoot it at the sun Come on Shoot it at the sun