| Out in the wild for a big time Saturday night
|
| A hot cold fever when you aim right between the eyes
|
| Now, hey, pretty baby, whatcha gonna do
|
| When you catch on fire
|
| And the flames burning through to your heart?
|
| In the heat of the dark
|
| Get your ticket for a nighttime hurricane
|
| All aboard, it’s a fast moving diesel train
|
| You spin too fast, you can’t come apart
|
| You’re pure gunpowder
|
| And you’re waiting for the spark to light
|
| In time it’s gonna burn, spread like fire
|
| You can never break that spell
|
| Burn, spread like lire
|
| You’ll find your poison
|
| Drinking from the wishing well
|
| Oh, yeah
|
| Head over heels with your back up against the wall
|
| Now you’re backed in a corner
|
| When you thought you could handle it all
|
| Now, hey, pretty baby, how’s it gonna feel
|
| When you’re losing touch
|
| With all that’s real in your life?
|
| You’ll find it’s gonna burn, spread like fire
|
| You can never break that spell
|
| Burn, spread like lire
|
| You’ll find your poison
|
| Drinking from the wishing well
|
| Oh, yeah
|
| Somebody falls, somebody slides
|
| Somebody learns in the heart of the night
|
| Walking on ice, throwing it down
|
| Breaking the glass, but it don’t make a sound, ow!
|
| Living on the edge you can fall apart
|
| The Cain talking louder
|
| Know you’re waiting for the spark to ignite
|
| How many times?
|
| It’s gonna burn, spread like fire
|
| You can never break that spell
|
| Burn, spread like lire
|
| You’ll find your poison
|
| Drinking from the wishing well
|
| Burn, spread like fire
|
| You can never break that spell
|
| Burn, spread like lire
|
| You’ll find your poison
|
| Drinking from the wishing well
|
| Spread like fire |