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We met down at the old firehouse
We smiled just because
There was nothing else to do,
But drink from the fire hose.

The sky was all smoke and soot
I put on my business suit.
We sat down at the old firehouse
There was nothing else to do.

Before I’ve been going down the drain
Down, downtown.
I’ve been waiting for that special night train
That always comes around.

The sky is all smoke and soot,
I’m out in my business suit.
And all around for miles and miles
There’s no one to put out the fires.

We met down at the old firehouse
And smiled just because -
There was nothing else to do
But drink from the fire hose.
The sky was all smoke and soot
I put on my business suit

We sat down at the old firehouse
There was nothing else to do.

{а вот кто-нибудь слышит музыкальное сопровождение этой вещи так как слышу его я?}