Intro
(Sombra)
(Fogo)
Three a.m. pavement, strike on the curb
(Listen)
Verse 1
Tape on my fingers, sulfur under my nails
Two-dollar fuse while the siren wails
Static in the wire on a dead-end block
Iron in my pocket and I don't check a clock
Chipped teeth grin in the strobe light spray
Never clocked in for your pristine day
Rotten little sparkler, fifty in a crate
Dressed in electrical tape at the gate
They want silence, clean white paint
Scent of a scrubbed-down plastic saint
I bring the sputter, whistle, and pop
Red flare dripping on the curb won't stop
Pavement cracking under rubber sole tread
Painting Roman candles over overhead thread
Let the glass rattle in the front-row pane
We don't need a crown when we run this lane
Chorus
Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)
Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)
Wake up the street with a whistle and a flash
Cardboard and sulfur, scatter the ash
Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)
Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)
Verse 2
Cardboard mortar lined up on the curb
Every single quiet little code I disturb
Friction on the grit, black powder on my thumb
Feel the concrete shudder when the bass hits dumb
Smell of burnt paper hanging thick in the mist
Coughing up smoke with a wrap on the wrist
They polish up the glass till the mirror stays numb
I scrape on the stucco till the sirens come
Got a six-volt battery, sparks on a wire
Rave in the alleyway, puddle full of fire
No clean sneakers, no pressed-out seams
Just a pocket full of fuses bursting at the seams
Shadow on the brick wall stretching out tall
Shouting at the echo till the plaster starts to fall
Scattered red casings in the morning gravel
Watch the whole perimeter suddenly unravel
Chorus
Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)
Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)
Wake up the street with a whistle and a flash
Cardboard and sulfur, scatter the ash
Spark in the gutter, bang on the brick (brick)
Firecracker rebellion, lit by a flick (flick)
Verse 3
Night shifts over, but the smoke won't clear
Ringing in the eardrum, venom in the ear
We don't need permission for the noise we make
Every frozen avenue is bound to shake
Bruised knuckle lighting up a green-fuse wick
Spark bouncing crazy off the yellow lane brick
Ten-second countdown, watch where you step
Every singed collar is a badge we rep
Curfew orders on a poster peeling back
Neon reflection in an oil-spill black
Laughing at the panic in the penthouse floor
Rattling the hinges on the locked steel door
We keep the sparks where the sun don't show
Cheap fuse burning on a five-inch glow
When the flash goes red and the night goes numb
They know exactly where the wreckage comes from
Outro
Strike on the curb
(Flick)
Smoke in the alley
(Flick)
Firecracker rebellion
Cardboard and sulfur
(Out)
