This Way Through The Fire

I'm not hungry, I'm not thirsty I'm not weary and I'm not alone When every question has an answer And all the lost souls come rolling home This way through the fire Holding hands out through the door This way through the fire Two brass farthings on my eyelids 3 cheers, hip hip hooray 4 black pennies in my pocket To pay the driver to take me on my way This way through the fire Holding hands out through the door This way This way through the fire Holding hands out through the door This way through the fire