Trip Shakespeare - Fireball Lyrics

Here is a fireball for you.
I hope you see it when you die.
Are you pleased? Are you sure?
I've been acquainted with your kind.

When will you abandon me?
The firehead is at my door.
Are you pleased? Are you sure?
Well, I've been acquainted with your kind,
And you're getting sleepy before your time.

I hope you see it when you die.