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FUEL

Fuel...

Fire in my head. Burning white gasoline. And it makes me go.

Fuel...

Flame to the match. Got the means to the motion to feed the soul.

 

I was on it before you were born.

I was riding a steaming skull.

My heart like a fire alarm.

 

Fuel...

Fire in my head. Burning white gasoline. And it makes me go.

Fuel...

Flame to the match. Got the means to the motion to feed the soul.

 

The last of a dying breed.

The radio makes me sick.

A knife to my windpipe.

 

Fuel...

Fire in my head. Burning white gasoline. And it makes me go.

Fuel...

Flame to the match. Got the means to the motion to feed the soul.

 

Heros are forgotten.

Beer and electric light.

Carbon monoxide night.

Everything comes in threes.

 

Fuel...

Fire in my head. Burning white gasoline. And it makes me go.

Fuel...

Flame to the match. Got the means to the motion to feed the soul.

Oh, feed me...

Jim Walker - Guitars, Bass, Drum Programming, Vocals