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

 

 

 

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