Fire You Up
She says “I’m gonna fire you up, I’m going to get you working fine”
But I feel just like a beat up truck mile after mile
Maybe I just need a jump start to fix this old heart, man she ain’t a beauty but she’s got the right parts
And everybody needs to let their heart bleed sometimes
So pull me out or let me in
I can’t play your game no more ‘cause I can’t win
Soaked in lace, covered in skin
She sells her grace where I buy my sins
She says “I’m gonna fire you up, yeah you can drive on through the night”
Maybe I would feel a little better if I just let her make me feel all right
Now I’m a little drunk, she’s a little scared, but you know every good song has got to start somewhere
Everybody needs to break a sweet heart sometimes
So pull me out or let me in
I can’t play your game no more ‘cause I can’t win
Soaked in Lace, covered in skin
She sells her grace where I buy my sins
She sells her grace where I buy…
Black sky, blue eyes and all the nights you spend alone
Waiting, for her, and you don’t wanna go back home
As all the lights go out it seems that tomorrow’s broken dreams
Will wash away the yesterdays and all the things you couldn’t say
So pull me out or let me in
I can’t play your game no more ‘cause I can’t win
Soaked in rain, porcelain
She sells her pain where I buy my sins
She sells her name where I buy my sins
Words and music by Christopher Moody