Some songs are about a house in New Orleans. This one's about the firehouse, where the tones drop at 0300, the coffee's been on since yesterday, and nobody's seeing a pillow until the sun comes up.
Distressed Hook & Irons arch up top with a pike pole underneath, "House of the Rising Sun" in gold script, and the rest of the story in white: My race is almost run. No Sleep Til Dawn. Firehouse U.S.A. For the ones who've watched more sunrises from the apparatus bay than from bed.
