I got a chip on my shoulder
Bad news I ain't turning back
I wasn't born to hide from the evil,
I've got the blade I'm gonna cut the Jack
Some people run, some people hide
Some gonna shake, some gonna die
Wildfire, when you gonna burn
Wildfire, now I'll take my turn
I got the wildfire
Hey mister, mister where are you going?
Don't want to hear what I'm gonna say
That little girl that you've been keeping
She's gonna cut you bad some day
Jack up the prices, cut up the slices
Just trying to keep the poor boys down
You can't erase them, no way to trace them
We're gonna run them right out of town
Some people run, some people hide
Some gonna shake, some gonna die
Wildfire, when you gonna burn
Wildfire, now I'll take my turn
Wildfire, you know you're gonna learn
Wildfire, watch the anger turn
I got wildfire
Hot - anger - breaks - like glass
Red hot - danger - it burns - my ass |