the same Got lonesome fuel for fire Fuel for fire, a bitter ending To a sweet, sweet tale Fuel for fire, the sour note inside the orchestra wail Fuel for fire
always the same Got lonesome fuel for fire Fuel for fire, a bitter ending To a sweet, sweet tale Fuel for fire, the sour note inside the orchestra wail Fuel for fire
monsters I've crossed a bloody sea just to meet you here and now I'm coming home, my dear The light is ward, outside at dawn The garden has no weeds,
't really ready for war With a bunch a live wire niggas ready for war So be easy you ain't really ready for war With a bunch of live wire niggas ready for
