The clouds cut like lightening Isn't that frightening? Like warm lines on ice Not very nice Fire on jet masters men out of life Napalm and men are like judas & christ You were yellow or red and then black & blue I never could take my pretty eyes off of you We saw them running and we put them in line How did they win against a 300 mile an hour crime? I'm wired with fire No one can bust me No one can find... No one can fell me