Vārdi: James Fauntleroy II. Fire Bomb.

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Gun fire left a hole in the tank losing gasolene
Fire's on my trail and it's after me
Hope it don't get here before I get where I'm going
I gotta get where I'm going take off my mask to breathe
You could have been a part of a masterpiece
The fluid in the brakes was the last to leave
That's the thing
Where I'm going I don't need my brakes
Can't wait to see your face
Your front windows break
And I come crashing through

The love has nearly cleared the road
Cause this thing is ready to blow
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn a hole in you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb

Scenes go
But baby no
Doesn't have to be
Microwaving a medal tragedy
Watching it burn and
It's beautiful and it's blue
And it's pitiful
When it's through
It's the other half of me
I didn't do it
You lit the match for me
Now were flying
From the blast, baby
That's the thing
Where were going
We don't need no breaks
Can't wait to see your face
When your front windows break
And I come crashing through

The love has nearly cleared the road
Cause this thing is ready to blow
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn a hole in you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb

Baby we were killing them
They couldn't handle the millionth degree
We were criminals (ah ah ah)
As we were burning
The world called the police
Fire department, ambulance
You can call me crazy cause I believe
The only move for me and you
Is to blow our flames
And

The love has nearly cleared the road
Cause this thing is ready to blow
I just wanna set you on fire
So I won't have to burn a hole in you
Then you'll know where I'm coming from
Fire bomb
Fire bomb