LYRIC

Wind comes up through the trees
First time softly cleansing breeze
Second time angry I'll at ease, I'll at ease
All ablaze in the western sky
One spark, cruel wind, open fire
Here comes arson with it's 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

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