Iron on the flint (wersja 2)

Intro

Iron on the flint

Smell the petrol in the wind

(Burn it)

Yeah, let it catch

(Catch)

Verse 1

Three a.m. on the curb where the culvert runs black

Got the salt on my collar and the load on my back

No disguise in the grease, no perfume on the sweat

Every scar on my shins is a signature set (set)

Static hiss on the dial, dashboard half-unglued

Chewing gravel and copper in a venomous mood

They want manicured lawns and a porcelain grin

I want soot on the teeth where the rust settles in (in)

Tailpipe dragging out sparks like a blade on a lathe

In the wash of the sodium I stumble and bathe

Shattered safety glass glittering cold on the floor

Kicked the hinge off the frame, never knocked on the door (door)

Got a cough like a furnace, a stride out of line

Every siren behind me is a symptom of mine

Let the clean city choke on the dust in the tyre

Strike a flint on the curb, feed the belly of fire (fire)

Chorus

Watch the spark catch the fence, let the avenue bleed (bleed)

We don't ask for the cure, we just double the speed (speed)

Scraping iron on stone till the alley climbs higher (higher)

Turn the blacktop to ash, we are the wildfire (fire)

Verse 2

Punctured muffler drumming out a funeral pace

Spit the grit through the gap that I keep in my face

Never begged for a seat at the polished buffet

I would rather break bread where the vultures decay (decay)

Oil slick rainbow swirling in a pothole of grease

Got no peace in the marrow, got no want for release

Bruised knuckle, cracked watch with the bezel bent flat

Ticking down to the collision where the wildcat sat (sat)

Fluorescent hum dying over loading dock six

Found a rhythm in chaos where the nightmare clicks

Spray paint on the pillar, cryptic letter and streak

Writing ugly little mantras for the fierce and the bleak (bleak)

They build walls out of glass just to hide from the rot

I invite every scorch mark to settle the plot

Feel the engine block rattle, feel the cables unspool

Crown of cinders and grime, I am nobody’s fool (fool)

Chorus

Watch the spark catch the fence, let the avenue bleed (bleed)

We don't ask for the cure, we just double the speed (speed)

Scraping iron on stone till the alley climbs higher (higher)

Turn the blacktop to ash, we are the wildfire (fire)

Bridge

Tear the damp plaster down to the original brick

Smell the sulphur ignite where the battery clicked

No velvet, no ribbon, no plastic design

The crater is home and the rubble is mine

Push the pedal straight down through the floorboards and rust

Watch a thousand neat borders dissolve into dust (dust)

Hear the wind take the scream off the telephone wire

Nothing grows in the shadow of wildfire (wildfire)

Outro

Ash on the tongue (tongue)

Sparks in the lung (lung)

Sodium yellow, the morning undone

Let the boulevard smoke

We don't choke (choke)

Wildfire.