Bob Seger Fire Lake Lyrics

Rocky · 11-26-2003

The song is clearly about gay men and the risk of AIDS.

Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake

Gay leather men on the way to Fire Island.

Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe
You remember Uncle Joe
He was the one afraid to cut the cake
Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah
Joe's run off to Fire Lake
Joe's run off to Fire Lake

Uncle Joe was afraid to cut the cake because he is gay. Who's going to tell Aunt Sarah that her husband is gay.

Who wants to brave those bronze beauties
Lying in the sun
With their long soft hair falling
Flying as they run
Oh they smile so shy
And they flirt so well
And they lay you down so fast
Till you look straight up and say
Oh Lord
Am I really here at last

Talking about the promiscious gay men at Fire Island.

Who wants to play those eights and aces
Who wants a raise
Who needs a stake
Who wants to take that long shot gamble
And head out to Fire Lake
Head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
And head out
Who wants to go to Fire Lake
Head out
Out to Fire Lake
Who's gonna do it

Who wants to risk having gay sex and possibly die from AIDS.

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11-26-2003	#6
Rocky Members Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Canadian Prairies Posts: 13	The song is clearly about gay men and the risk of AIDS. Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler Who's gonna make that first mistake Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers All the way to Fire Lake Gay leather men on the way to Fire Island. Who wants to break the news about Uncle Joe You remember Uncle Joe He was the one afraid to cut the cake Who wants to tell poor Aunt Sarah Joe's run off to Fire Lake Joe's run off to Fire Lake Uncle Joe was afraid to cut the cake because he is gay. Who's going to tell Aunt Sarah that her husband is gay. Who wants to brave those bronze beauties Lying in the sun With their long soft hair falling Flying as they run Oh they smile so shy And they flirt so well And they lay you down so fast Till you look straight up and say Oh Lord Am I really here at last Talking about the promiscious gay men at Fire Island. Who wants to play those eights and aces Who wants a raise Who needs a stake Who wants to take that long shot gamble And head out to Fire Lake Head out Who wants to go to Fire Lake And head out Who wants to go to Fire Lake Head out Out to Fire Lake Who's gonna do it Who wants to risk having gay sex and possibly die from AIDS.