Man On Fire

I saw him raising heat
Down in the orphan street
It was a sight to see
In the city of Christ

Now all the Brookhouse boys
Give him a simple choice
They stole his golden voice
And called him the denier?
Oh and he won't be home
For he rides the road
And he holds his own in a roomful of handsome lions
He's a victim of desire
Like a man on fire

Now all the millionaire sons
They hold the oxygen
And say he speaks in tongues/times
Like some kind of perspire
But it's a safety tale
Oh and they know him well
He's just a ne'er do well
That got inspired
Oh and he won't be home
Oh and he rides along
And he holds his own in a roomful of handsome lions
He's a victim of desire
Like a man on fire

I see him by the morning light
I see red in the fire
Like a man on fire
And now it seems to me that all this destiny is just a dream
To be something to inspire boy I to live with boys that give and nothing else seems to be admired
And oh won't you sign there's something to be acquired
A victim of desire
Like a man on fire

Now from a wick to dust
Oh from the deal to bust
Oh he's still earning that trust
That's something to admire
Oh and he won't be home
Oh and he rides along
And he holds his own in a roomful of handsome lions
He's a victim of desire
He's a victim of desire
Like a man on fire
On fire, oh he's on fire, on fire