Fire Leprechaun

When the moon defies the darkness
when the spotlights fight the night
I can hear her cheerful fiddle,
greenly flames engulf my sight.

Makes our fingers start to dance
while her song is flying high.
Our feet begin to spin
with the crowd.

Only punkfolk through her veins,
she's not just another sprite.
She has come to make you dance,
make you feel her celtic might.

With the beating of the drums,
see the flames rising high.
Feel with us how this fire
melts your soul.

She shouts "Burn it!"
(We shout burn it)
She's the Fire Leprechaun.
Wants to see everything burning
in this town.

You can't see her
(But you feel her!)
Still her flame's always around.
It's a flame that will never die off.

Only punkfolk through her veins,
she's not just another sprite.
She has come to make you dance,
make you feel her celtic might.

With the picking of the banjo,
see the flames rising high.
Feel with us how this fire
melts your soul.

She shouts "Burn it!"
(We shout burn it)
She's the Fire Leprechaun.
Wants to see everything burning
in this town.

You can't see her
(But you feel her!)
Still her flame's always around.
It's a flame that will never die off.the