Here comes
The Rose, looking mighty fine.
Here comes
ol' Nancy, walking right in time.
Here comes
the stripper, bringing on the night.
Here come the
boys, faces hidden from the light.
Walk through
the shadows.
Well, they
come and they go.
Only one thing
on their mind:
fire down
below.
Whoa, here
come the rich man in his big, long limousine.
Here come the
poor man, all you got to have is green.
Here come the
banker, lawyer and the cop.
One thing's
for certain, it's never gonna stop.
When it all
gets too heavy
they come and
they go. There they go.
One thing on
their mi-mi-mi-mind:
fire down
below.
Whoa, there
they go.
One thing on
their mi-mi-mi-mi-mind:
fire down
below.
It happens
out in Vegas, Moline,
on the
blue-blood streets of Boston,
in Berkley,
out in Queens.
Went on
yesterday, it's going on tonight.
Somewhere
there's somebody
treatin'
somebody right.
I'm lookin'
at The Rose.
I'm lookin'
mighty fine.
I walk the
streets,
I'll find you
any time.
Where the
street lights flicker,
bringing on
the night,
I'll be
slipping into darkness;
Slippin' out
of sight.
Oh, through
the midnight
I come! I go!
Only one
thing on my my mind:
fire down
below.
One thing on
my my my mind:
fire down
below.
Fire, fire,
fire, hoo, hoo, hoo.
One thing on
my my mind:
fire down
below.