Ripped black denim smelling like kerosene (वर्ज़न 3)

Verse 1

Scraping rusty chrome down the empty lane (the lane)

Cracked spark plug spitting in the rain (the rain)

Ripped black denim smelling like kerosene

Never wanted quiet, never wanted clean

Watch the flash jump teeth-first in the dark

Catching on the curb, kicking off a spark (a spark)

Pre-Chorus

Cinders on the wire painting up the sky

Wind hits the alley, watch the temper rise

Everything you built was just timber for the pyre (the pyre)

Chorus

Wildfire crawling down the avenue (the avenue)

Feeding on the scrap that we dragged on through (on through)

Let the clean town run when the smoke gets thick

Wildfire catching on a concrete brick (brick)

Verse 2

Tire tracks scorching on the bypass ramp

Soot on my knuckles and the sweat still damp (still damp)

No pretty paint, just the primer and rust

Sirens in the distance eating up our dust

Steel toe stomping out a blistered beat

Hot red shadows running down the street (the street)

Pre-Chorus

Cinders on the wire painting up the sky

Wind hits the alley, watch the temper rise

Everything you built was just timber for the pyre (the pyre)

Chorus

Wildfire crawling down the avenue (the avenue)

Feeding on the scrap that we dragged on through (on through)

Let the clean town run when the smoke gets thick

Wildfire catching on a concrete brick (brick)

Bridge

They want a spark they can lock in a cage (a cage)

Wipe off the soot, turn a quiet page

We don't burn out, we just feed the heat (the heat)

Chorus

Wildfire crawling down the avenue (the avenue)

Feeding on the scrap that we dragged on through (on through)

Let the clean town run when the smoke gets thick

Wildfire catching on a concrete brick (brick)