Текст песни Fire!

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! 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