Comadre Burn The Scene
We'll take the scene and burn it down, rebuild the love
and take back the sound. We got miles of smiles and
mouths full of gasoline. I am sure i can step outside and
find a match from a clammy hand. Cold hands are about to
get warmer, new ears are about to find a reason to this
passion. (we want some sweat on the top of your lips.)
our lungs are the speakers and this fire is our excuse
because i don't care about whatever happened to "born to
rock 'n' roll" and if bragging where you've been makes
you sleep easier, well lay your head down and stay there
in your slumber. So throw us your drama. We like the
taste of bullshit. This fire will never be put out.
