The Fuel

The Fuel
I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh, I need to break sweat
I've got the feeling I might get offensive, I might be some threat
I want back doors, want blood on sheets again
Give me back doors, give me blood on sheets again

I feel the fuel like a thorn, cuts in deep
I want to see cheap
Like a rose on a bed without scent I need myself spent
For shame's sake by any other name
When the seeds take, it grows like weeds and spreads like flames
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me
Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me
Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again