Fire

(álbum: †Priscilla† - 2012)

Hold up it's hot, hold up it's hot in here.
Every time you come around.
I feel the flames upon my back.
Is that the devil on my track.
Planning her attack.
And I can't stick around.
No, I ain't ever coming back.
You see the picture fade to black.
Whoa, I'll show you to the fire.
I'll show you to the fire.
Sit and watch you burn alive.
Hold up it's hot in here, it's hot, it's hot in here.
Had all I could handle.
I saw the train and packed my bags.
It sat alone and off the tracks.
The driver so relaxed.
The man in the shadows.
I heard him laughing from the back.
Said you can come but there's a catch.
You paid your fare now pay the tax.
Whoa, I'll show you to the fire.
I'll show you to the fire.
Sit and watch you burn alive.
Hold up it's hot in here, it's hot, it's hot in here.
Oh, sweet chariot – won't you take me away.
Won't you free my mind.
Free my soul.
Whoa, I'll show you to the fire.
I'll show you to the fire.
Sit and watch you burn alive.
Hold up it's hot in here, it's hot, it's hot in here.