We risk our lives everyday
every time that we clock in,
it's our way of life and what we do
its the way it's always been.
We wake at 3 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair.
In the darkness we don our gear
******* helmet and boot,
as one these brothers all get up
go sliding down the chute.
We run to the truck now wide awake
and with ease we slide in,
we put on our headsets to hear each other all other noise becomes a low din.
We race to the scene where smoke is showing
no one knows who got out,
we put on our airpacks and our masks
to talk we must now shout.
With axe in hand we enter therein
the Devils home amidst the flame,
we quickly search for everyone
boy, girl, man and dame.
The air is hot we can feel it through
the clothe armor that we wear,
but on we search through the building
till we realize we're low on air.
Another​ crew goes in
In their hands the hose
To find the seat of the flames
It's advancement to oppose
We cut the roof we pull the ceiling
Our hands and feet lose all feeling
We find a child we cover them up
We rush back to the door
We bring them to safety and go back in
To check and search for more
For hours the cycle repeats
Till all is said and done
The fire is out, we've done our job
This time we won
No fire is left and all are safe
We put our tools and hose away
And go back to the station
Where hopefully we'll get to stay
Our gears been scrubbed
Time to rest our exhausted bodies
We wake at 8 am to bells ringing
and sirens blare,
we leap to our feet and go get dressed
to fight deep in Hells lair...
