Текст песни The Fire - Beau

A frozen winter morning; there's frost out on the field
Security is paramount. Orders are unsealed
"It's always them; the bosses. They all deserve a kick
Changing round the roster for the buggers going sick!
Christmas Day, and stuck here in a bunker underground?
Everyone at home is back there, gathering around
The Fire..."

The operator shifted; "There's something on the screen!"
His hand moved to his mouth and he popped a Benzedrine
"Maybe soon I'll get some sleep!" — he'd been awake for days
"Meantime, there's a job to do." The flickering displays
Skittered tales of armaments and altitude and time
Standing Orders made it clear: "Do nothing that will prime
The Fire!

"As of now, the information isn't quite complete
Eighty-five percent, and we're at twenty thousand feet
I'd say it's now or never; but then, it's not my call
Facial recognition's been no bloody use at all!
'Scuse my French, I didn't mean to sound so impolite
You give me the go-ahead, I'm ready to ignite
The Fire."

"Eighty-five percent? Is that the best that you can do?"
"Minister, we need to know if you can get it through?
Maybe twenty minutes, and the window's going to close
How'll it seem if he escapes from underneath your nose?"
"The Russians, they invented this version of Roulette!
It's 'go', but tell your desk man, 'be careful not to set
The Fire!'"

Missiles pack a punch, and this one didn't mess around
The fireball arriving above the speed of sound
In the end, they called it an "unfortunate event"
Chances of it happening? Around fifteen percent
Somewhere, sometime later, someone else conceived a plan
The cycle started over — and that's how it began
The Fire

"Nothing is to be confirmed or even be implied..."
Nothing is believed until officially denied!
Everything is black and white, and loyalties are raw
Those who've walked along this path and seen it all before
Will tell you in an instant that things can fall apart
Sitting on the tinder box and trying not to start
The Fire