All fire and brimstone, this Salamander King
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Stoke the furnace, feed his need, this thirst for fire is all he seeks
The benign cremator, branding iron in his hand
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Pokes out from fever blistered grin
Sings these words in fervid frame
Jack jump over the candlestick
King Salamander that's his name
Giddy up, burn-up, not fade away
His ardor smoulders, phosphorous flies
Eager and willing to torch the land
Giddy up, burn-up, stoke it up and turn it up
He radiates with urgency, hypnotize
He basks while all around him burns
And the fire starter from within
He likes to watch the pyres burn
A desert maker that's his aim
He likes to watch the buildings burn
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
He's the blazing rubber making tracks, the blue touch paper at your back
All fire and brimstone, this Jack-O-Lantern
These words ignite and pave his way
