I left my cell at the Bluebell
My gospel softened by the hour
Fire Alarm
Fire Alarm
I shook my shackles at the back of the clown
Turned upside down by the fools at the bar
Fire Alarm
Fire Alarm
That fair-cheeked gorgon would've had me stoned!
My wit, my grip, my pulse
My flying boots
Fire Alarm
Fire Alarm