fireline renegade

Dad said, “Son, don’t bow your head.

Make ’em pay for every drop you’ve bled.”

Had a smart mouth,

had a decent right— Never thought I’d see the other side.

Now there’s something burning underneath,

And I keep checking out my teeth.

Got a red mark I can’t explain,

Got my shirt buttoned up again.

Everybody says I’m looking rough.

I tell ’em that I’m tough enough.

Then I catch myself in window glass—

And let the others walk on past.

Every time I die—

Is a little less of me Looking back out of the mirror?

What the hell am I gonna be?

I’ve got fire running down my spine,

And a face that doesn’t quite look mine.

Yeah, I laugh and say I’m doing fine— But I don’t know

about next time.

Lost the road and kissed the street,

Woke to voices, boots,

and feet.

Reached up left and felt that horn— Nobody warned me what was

growing.

Said, “Well, that’ll ruin my hat.”

Got a laugh and left it at that.

Waited till they looked away,

Felt to see if it would stay.

Now the dark don’t look so black,

And the fire don’t bite me back.

I’d be lying if I said

I didn’t like the edge I get.

Every time I die—

Is a little less of me Looking back out of the mirror?

What the hell am I gonna be?

I’ve got fire running down my spine,

And a face that doesn’t quite look mine.

Yeah, I laugh and say I’m doing fine— But I don’t know

about next time.

Dwarf king took one look and knew.

Funny—wish I had a clue.

Made a sword to put me down; Now I carry it around.

Should’ve seen the bastard’s face

When his blade changed hands and place.

Called me “devil,” called me “boy”—

Guess he couldn’t make his choice.

Now there’s two where there was one.

Tell me when the change is done.

Claimed a soul—was that the spark?

What else answers to this mark?

And if my dad was standing here,

Would he laugh or reach for beer?

Would he say, “You’ll be all right”— Or leave a candle on

tonight?

I’m not lining up to kneel.

I just want to know the deal.

You put something in my chest— You can tell me all the

rest!

Every time I die—

Is a little less of me

Looking back out of the mirror?

What the hell am I gonna be?

I’ve got fire running down my spine,

But these friends are still friends of mine.

Yeah, I’m scared. Yeah,

I’ll cross that line—

Just don’t ask about next time.

Two horns catching in the light.

Same old jacket, fits too tight.

Turn it up and let it ride—

I’ve got questions for the other side.