(James Downham, Steve Wells, Rob Simmons, Steve Banks)

Sitting, burning; the fire is up
Sitting, burning; the fire is up
Oh, the fire is up

Time for another deep down to the ground
Kind of chilling to the bone kind of fire in the eyes kind of heatwave day, a heatwave day
Time for another deep down to the ground
Kind of chilling to the bone kind of fire in the eyes kind of heatwave day, a heatwave day
It’s getting hot
It’s getting hot
Why not? Because
It’s hot! Because

Take me back to another time and place when
Take me back to another time and place
When I could feel the heat
As only you can

Sitting, burning; the fire is up, the fire is up
Sitting, burning; the fire is up
Come on and fire it up!

Time for another deep down to the ground
Kind of chilling to the bone kind of fire in the eyes
Kind of heatwave day, a heatwave day
Time for another deep down to the ground
Kind of chilling to the bone kind of fire in the eyes
Kind of heatwave day, a heatwave day
It’s getting hot
It’s getting hot

A hundred miles at a hundred degrees
Will break any man, bring him to his knees
A hundred miles at a hundred degrees
Can you feel my burning, can you taste my disease

Sitting, burning; the fire is up
The fire is up
Sitting, burning; the fire is up
Come on and fire it up

I don’t mind the heat; it’s one thing I can fight
But if you can’t take it, just remember the desert is still cold at night

I am sitting, and I am burning; the fire is up
The fire is up
Sitting, burning; the fire is up
Come on and fire it up!