The clouds cut like lightening
Isn't that frightening?
Like warm lines on ice
Not very nice
Fire on jet masters men out of life
Napalm and men are like judas & christ
You were yellow or red and then black & blue
I never could take my pretty eyes off of you
We saw them running and we put them in line
How did they win against a 300 mile an hour crime?
I'm wired with fire
No one can bust me
No one can find...
No one can fell me