Слова:
Lit Fuel

know everything and You're just so cool it makes me sick You give me ammunition you are my gasoline I hope you stick around cuz You kill me You fuel

know everything and You're just so cool it makes me sick You give me ammunition you are my gasoline I hope you stick around cuz You kill me You fuel

that I won't brake In this long, long leap of faith To a rocket, I've been tied, I'm ready for the screaming ride It's full of fuel and I just lit the

!" Some planks I tore from the cabin floor and I lit the boiler fire. Some coal I found that was lying around and I heaped the fuel higher. The flames

Ohh Switchblade 327 Lit cigarette in his hand Steel toed boots on the accelerator Oil leakin' outta the pan Switchblade, three two barrels Gettin' there

Returning to devour Bright rays of chaos Generated by subconsciousness A retribution by own thoughts Twisting the mind into fits Fueled with pains

, she lit up lit up lit up lit up lit up my life And when she's giving me energy It's like electricity And oh when we connected, she lit up lit up lit

---MPV Alpine bliss. She says OH Sweet Jesus don't need no Holy Oil Been a bumrush dreamer while taking her stroll Her author babysat with a B-40 lit.

with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on that downbound train The engine with blood was sweaty and damp And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp And imps for fuel