Chemical Fire

Burn baby and give me some sulphuric hydrochloric acid smoke,

your fire gives me toasted testicles and crisps me up nicely.

Boom goes the roof when 55 gallon drums go flying and it’s all ballistic.

The money shot is when the boss’s office goes up like a fucking rocket.

He was sat at his desk and went to the moon.

Chemical Ali won’t be coming back anytime soon.

Question is where is his ten million dollar profit?

Was it hidden in an empty oil drum on a pallet of dangerous chemicals?

All the factory is ablaze, three workers died and two were injured.

They should have got blood money for working there,

no risk to life was greater and no boss more meaner.

As flames reach a hundred feet and smoke a mile in the sky,

hindsight is way too late.