Three Foot Blasts of Fire Hue and Cry

Well it's five-oh-five
And baby I’m just alive
Because the way they drive
It's terrifying

Mama hurts my head
Wishes I was dead
Lying in her bed
Cursing and crying

Oh the gasoline
It's a painful thing
’Cause every drop I drink
Cuts me to the bone and muscle

But the show goes on
For all the cars and horns
And I hear them call

"We love it, we love it, we love-love-love it"

For the money
Blowing and blowing
Three foot blasts of fire
Desperation
Means that I'm blowing
Three foot blasts of fire