David Bridie Kerosene
wind comes up through the trees
first time softly cleansing breeze
second time angry ill at ease, ill at ease
all ablaze in the western sky
one spark, cruel wind, open fire
here comes arson with its violent desire
Kerosene, Kerosene
in the wild west bible story
the devil-like fire comes bathed in glory
hot wind flush again my skin
brings back thoughts of wandering
back from where i first began, back then
Kerosene, Kerosene
