Spontaneous Combustion (Trouble, Danger)
Trouble, danger ... He's desperate.Trouble, danger ... He's des-per-rate ...
Trouble, danger ... he's des-per-rate ...
Trouble ...
I left embers like a light on your doorstep but you waited too long
And your house the tinder box in ashen form.
This sadistic demon must be banished or else all hope is lost
And the lonely armada claim my heart with flag and cannon flamboyant.
The drink of water that would elude a man's thirst
And the extinguished cancer that is you ...May these final prayers save ...
Trouble, danger ... He's desperate ...
The devil of my previous copy, the identified enemy
Laser-sighted red line to the major arteries and
Bleed evil out of me.
Forever at odds in your own little world, as the windows fog over
Once in a lifetime never ...
This soul's no vacancy.
Close the border when you infiltrate the bridge
And lift your body off the ground.
Ease up on the flight-stick and throttle up
Ease up on the bullshit and throttle her ...
Throttle her ...
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