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.
