Yeah...
turn the heat up
Watch the smoke drift (uh-huh)
Heavy boots scrape along the broken floor
Locked the deadbolt on the iron door
Burn the static off the microphone wire Got a furnace burning,
breathing open fire
Corner shadows dancing to the horn line Running out of patience on
borrowed time (c'mon)
Pressure climbing up the thermometer Counting ticks down on the chronometer Feel
that friction scraping through the floor
We can't hold it back no more
Turn the heat up,
let the sparks fly Watch the black smoke roll across the sky
Got the brass screaming through the grit and grime Taking what is
ours every single time Yeah,
turn the heat
up high
(bring it down now)
Pavement steaming when the cold rain falls Graffiti bleeding off the concrete
walls
Trumpet wailing like a siren in the dark
Ignition kicking off a single spark
Say what you want,
but you know we won't fold
Too much iron in the blood we hold (let's go)
Feel the copper taste
No time to waste
From the embers to the flame
We will never sound the same
Turn the heat up,
let the sparks fly
Watch the black smoke
roll across the sky
Got the brass screaming through the grit and grime
Taking what is ours every single time
Yeah,
turn the heat up high
Burn it through the night (turn it up)
Yeah... turn
it down Let it
smolder (ahhhh)