Green Hell
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire, oh
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
I run across through black and white
War horse, war head, fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white
Oh, when I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out hope
Burn your face upon the chrome
Take the corner, going to crash
Headlights, headlines
Another junkie, who lives too fast
Lives way too fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Oh, when I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire
White knuckle tight
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
My desire
Oh, when I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard, loose and clean
And on and on
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire, oh
On I burn
Beautiful Vision
Because I felt if I could know her
I would know all women
And they've not been any too well known
for brains and planning and organised thinking
But I'm sure the women are equal
And they may be ahead of the men
Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around
because one organises the other
And sometimes the most lost and wasted
attract the most balanced and sane
And the wild and the reckless take up
with the clocked and the timed
And the mixture is all of us
And we're still mixing
But never, never, nev