Damsel dressed to the nines Fly's looking for a good time A sugar cube alright Not a web in sight
Why not take her a shortcut It's cold in the night but The fly still wants some Of the sweetness Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Where did she go Nobody knows Glittering gold Fire in the hole Waiting patiently for his friend Cold and weary by the day's end The sun would show no trace Of a friendly face What had happened to his comrade Had the drug deal gone bad He just walks away From the green cafe Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Fire in the hole Where did he go Nobody knows Pushing nouveau Fire in the hole
