The day I put a match to No. 3
I made those fucking grown-ups notice me
I didn’t think a tiny fire would grow that big
I didn’t know the smoke and fumes would make me sick
Beautiful flames, sulphur and heat
Carefully fanned
Fire-engine siren
Fire tender red
I knew they kept some petrol in the shed
I threw her precious photos on the bed
I found a box of matches in a drawer
And I wedged his favourite chair against the door
Beautiful flames, sulphur and heat
Carefully fanned
Fire-engine siren
Fire tender red
I failed to reach the phone in time
In time to dial 999
I woke up in a hospital
Bandage on my head
Mum and Dad are dead
Fire tender red