Lyrics

Straight to the bottom Of the deepest black sea High on a cargo of bootleg diesoline 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 thousand long goodbye 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 goin' 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 (J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)