Give me your glass
I'll give you mine—
Drink down that liquid fire
Watch it gleam in our eyes

Smiles conspire
We'll light up this town—
I'll start, drop my cigarette
alight on the ground

This bar is a beacon
A torch in the night—
Sparks singe our skin
Raw but it feels right

Give me your glass
I'll give you mine—
Drink down that liquid fire
Watch it gleam in our eyes

We tear through the streets
leave flames behind—
raze the city
with heat off our tires

They won't ever catch us
in our deadly machine
'cause we run on agent orange
instead of gasoline

Give me your glass
I'll give you mine—
Drink down that liquid fire
Watch it gleam in our eyes

I'll kiss you and accelerate
forget about the wheel—
taste heat on our tongues
our incendiary dream is real

Veer into the flames
our sins will detonate
a sensuous Little Death
for our immortality.