There is only one Chief,,for the rest of the children it’s something else

Put out the fire, it’s far to great now ,instead of far away as it was before
We’re too close to everything including the sun
all the projections from Hollywood
What’s going to happen ,We’ll all have toasty buns
When they turn backs ,it’s
what’s exposed that gets burnt
Because they forgot to switch
to the right Light,,In their
dainty little tights