Wildfire Queen
Walking down the crooked street tonight
Sparks are flying in the heavy heat
There is a shadow shifting out of sight
Moving to a wild,
chaotic beat
I feel the pressure starting to arise No way to run,
no place left to hide
Oh, the pussy pena of wild proportions!
Twisting up the truth with strange distortions!
Screaming through the night like a freight train line
Oh, we are running out of time! (yeah!)
Spinning wheels upon the asphalt ground
Lost inside a labyrinth of sound
Nothing ever stays the way it was
Caught up in the friction and the buzz
I feel the pressure starting to arise
No way to run,
no place left to hide
Oh, the pussy pena of wild proportions!
Twisting up the truth with strange distortions!
Screaming through the night like a freight train line
Oh, we are running out of time! (whooa!)
Oh, the pussy pena of wild proportions!
Twisting up the truth with strange distortions!
Screaming through the night like a freight train line
Oh, we are running out of time!
(come on!)
It's wild!
(yeah,
it's wild!)