Combustion always finds a way in
Fire chief is always ready to go
Before your house turns into ashes
Fire chief get calls on his radio
Majestic up on his iron horse
You stop him only when he finds the source
And the land is dark
But their eyes are on fire
And the hopes are high
In the thickest clouds
Tradition's calling through the blaze
Fire chief's ready to communicate
When spirits dance among the flames
Fire chief invites us to celebrate
Majestic up on his mustang horse
You stop him only once he finds the source
And the land is dark
But their eyes are on fire
And the hopes are high
In the thickest clouds
Oooh oooh
And the land is dark
But their eyes are on fire
And the hopes are high
In the thickest clouds
