Gather 'round the beat like a campfire Singin' folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord Play like Timmies, all we had, nothing else on 46 Got you caught up in the mix Just 'cause I know the late night

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

I'm gonna get it right They can try to hold me down, but I am 'Cause I'm gonna get it right When the sky is filled with smoke and fire All I want is something better in the purple light I am walking down that road Where did all the flowers go? They say

And I'm faded away, you know, I used to be on fire You know, I used to be on fire And fall in love in my backyard 'Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore And nobody seems to recognize me in the crowd In the background screaming, "everybody, look at

'Cause nobody knows you, baby, the way I do, And nobody loves you, baby, the way I do, 'Cause nobody saves me, baby, the way you do I think I'm gonna lose my mind, I think I'm gonna win this time, Something deep inside me, I can't give up, I roll and I

I'll fulfill your desires for you Confess to me, make me feel it Confide in me, don't resent it 'Cause I can't stop you from the fire Only not to worry No time left for me I can help you run away for good All for take what you had understood All it takes

I wanna lash out I wanna let it out I can't be the cork, come out of the bottle 'Cause I can feel it on the back of my tongue On the back of my tongue Oh, hard to hold this fire inside me All I know, sometimes it's frightening Hard to hold this fire

Give in to me Quench my desire Love is a feeling Give it when I want it Talk to me woman Takin' me higher I don't want to Don't try to understand me 'Cause I'm on fire

Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before

'Cause I'm on fire We don't run, run, run Can I get an amen I had to struggle to be gracious Now we can touch it We can taste it Can I get a little amen? No more running from the hangman