I want around is you, yeah Spark and it's like gasoline I start purring like a machine My heart only runs on supreme So hot, give me your gasoline,
Alright Alright Alright Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple
paint her face on Wanna be that magazine That she bases life on Wanna waste her monthly blood Wanna get some on my love Wanna get some gasoline Burn
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and sarcasm
Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and
've wasted tell me And gasoline is in my head I'm turning on These hands have broken Hard pressed on everyone My words can't open you alone, you alone Gasoline
nigga, what you claim My niggaz spit gasoline Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline Gasoline, gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
oil and gasoline, she loves oil and gasoline, oil and gasoline, loves oil and gasoline she loves oil and gasoline, she wants oil and gasoline, yeah oil and gasoline, oil and gasoline
lot of walkin' if my motor don't run It's a tough ol' choice to make if you know what I mean It's either beer of gasoline, beer or gasoline It's a gallon
What were you doing when you sis the things you did What were you saying when you said the things you said No I can't comprehend anything you're saying
My blood runs cold when I think of the condition Of human suffering and untold pain The atrocities of war make my stomach turn Falling tears, on the earth
Didn't I express my regrets About the way things are? And I think I might've taken this too far This time I hope that you can understand This time I hope
Since 1989 it seems that everyone's forgotten the time when intercontinental ballistics ruled the world and the cold war raged [Chorus:] Nuclear
I need some patience because I have none do I need a conscience or a gun you say I need drugs I think that depends I think revenge is the best medicine
My friend Steve pissed away all his years 'cuz he was slaving building cars Blood and sweat upon the gears all of his off time Spent at the bar years
Did you ever get a feeling of dread? That everything they're saying's not all that they've said Why do they want to take us to war, yeah Why do they
Oh yeah, critical mass, detonation countdown, July 16th, 1945 This is how we learned to fear the bomb and wonder how we'd all ever make it out alive And
Well, it's the high anxiety I'm a victim of society High anxiety, I'm a victim of society, high anxiety It's my high anxiety getting to the best of me
