I Saw Egypt On Fire Yesterday

I saw Egypt on fire yesterday And I like Solomon winced Not because the end of everything is ash Jimmy told us long ago How it would end, anyhow The fire next time Could only be lit By ancient aliens webbed in modern lies What man would burn his home Would set fire to his heritage These are strange people who play with fire like children And when my house long haunted Is made vacant by the fire's exorcism of greed I shall go home And plant palm trees to make my wine And this time no guns will be permitted No subtle tongue of lies And shall sit and speak of our grandchildren And wine will quench the greed that torches your soul I shall smile, and drench the fire in your eyes.