Fire!
Iron Kobra
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I’ve got this strange, strange feeling
I know that it ain’t right
A sensation so thrilling
A lust that I can’t fight
Fuel, matchsticks, fire – tools of my desire, tonight!
I will burn you to a crisp, feel the devil’s wrist, alright!
Ignite the blackened sky! Flames are burning high!
Sparks are gonna fly! Hear the children cry, tonight!
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Fire!
I don’t care if you are orphans
I don’t care if you are old
I’m sorry – that’s no offense
I’ll burn you ‘cause your hearts are cold