Pyromance Lyrics - East Side Militia - Chemlab

Sink my finger in your hair, the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair, 

in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn with a flick of the switch you're 

plugged in to the itch...my battery got a charge with my finger triggering 

your sparkplug, I felt that speedy booss when you bent down and licked my 

boots heady and headed in the direction of soma crash-car intersection it's 

called "why don't we do it on the road" or at least that's what I am told