There's a smokescreen on the horizon
Fireships under sail tonight....

Here's the Armada of Souls
Here's the flotilla from God knows where:
From gopher-wood to the last of the ironclads
In common concert they send up the flares
While we turn and turn around
The rocket hits the roof...
We never think that we'll get burned
We're fireproof
We think we're fireproof

Keep a stiff upper lip
The band play on
Through the raising of the toast;
The captain's steady
At the attention on the bridge
It's surface matters
That appear to matter most
We watch the galleons run aground
Still we stand aloof;
We never think that we'll get burned
We think we're fireproof

We think we're fireproof
We never think that we'll get burned;
We sail on fireships
We never think, so we'll get burned

Straight for the eye of the hurricane
Down to the last eye tooth
We never think that we'll get burned
We think we're fireproof

Here's the Armada of light
Here's the flotilla, for heaven's sake....
We're sailing under a flag of convenience
Casting our messages in bottles in our wake
So we turn and turn around
The rocket hits the roof...
We never think that we'll get burned
We think we're fireproof

We never think that we'll get burned
We think we're fireproof