The bells light up, the sirens are blarin'

They drop what they're doin, doesn't matter what they're wearin.

The big doors roll up, as they dawn their coats

The diesel turns over, and there's reported smoke.

Screaming down our streets, and through our neighborhoods,

If it's Code 3, it's usually not good.

As they approach the house, its third on the right,

Their breathers are dawned, the straps pulled tight.

Leaping out of the rig, grabbing what they can,

Property can be replaced, but not the life of a man.

As people are running out, they fight for first one in,

They are ready to go, their bodies full of adrenaline.

Ladder to the roof, Engine Co. inside,

The lines are charged, they fight side by side.

Flames up high, flames all around,

The call comes over the radio, "Firefighter down!"

All goes quiet, nothing but the fire is heard,

RIC team is ready for entry, just say the word.

When all seems hopeless like a life is gone,

A shadowy figure steps through the door, with someone on his arm.

Carrying someone out, slung over his shoulder,

This is what they're here for, to help save another.

So if our homes should burn, unknowingly while we sleep,

They are the ones outside our windows, ready as we leap.

And as we watch our homes burn, and our walls collapse,

Things could be much worse, we could be lost or even trapped.