What's a man to do? What's a man to say? He works his whole life through Then just slips away Well it's fire, fire, fire in the sky Fire, fire, heaven's burning Fire, fire, fire in the sky You can't go home no more Well if I've lived a year Then I've lived sixty-six I've lived them mostly here Where you see that pile of bricks I'll tell you what I've seen And I'll tell you what I've learned There ain't a thing more mean Than a home that's been robbed and burned