They think that I’m small
A fox in the wood
A hawk or an eagle could carry me too
(The president's son)

Your son
Am I just your son?
Born within these walls to a war not yet won
A crayon colored suit
A team of men by your side
We were betrayed
And I was there when you cried

But you still make fun
Of a fox in the wood
But foxes are sly and cunning
And nothing like you
Temper short like a wolf
You howled an election
You flew too close to the sun
Your wings and your pride caught live wire
You went down in fire
You went down in fire

This is my home
It’s the place I was born
But I’m more than a child of your storybook war
I was there every step of the way
An asset, an ally, your protege
Blood runs thicker than water
I spilled blood in your slaughter
And still you believe that I would betray

How come you never trusted fire?
You never trusted fire

You call me a child
But you think like a kid
And no one can know the things that I did
I'll get back my home
And I won't let you know
I'm not standing in your shadow, I'm casting my own
With the light of a fire
The light of a fire

And I'm sorry Niki
For the things that I did
If we had won
We’d have been the best presidents
But we didn’t win
So I guess this is it
You can fight with your words
But I'll watch the flag burn

Foxes are cunning
And foxes are sly
I have a plan and a good reason why
Don't you see what this is?
Our flag is tinder for Manburg's funeral pyre
I fight with fire

They think that I’m small
A fox in the wood
But this fox has a spark
And the fire that that spark starts
I’m more than your son
I’ll win a war that you never won
And I'll win it with Fire
Fire
Fire