Damsel dressed to the nines
Fly's looking for a good time
A sugar cube alright
Not a web in sight
Why not take her a shortcut
It's cold in the night but
The fly still wants some
Of the sweetness
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Where did she go
Nobody knows
Glittering gold
Fire in the hole
Waiting patiently for his friend
Cold and weary by the day's end
The sun would show no trace
Of a friendly face
What had happened to his comrade
Had the drug deal gone bad
He just walks away
From the green cafe
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Fire in the hole
Where did he go
Nobody knows
Pushing nouveau
Fire in the hole