FIRE UP DEM FRYERS

Frying my circuits

Working the line

Burning time

Like the wick

On a stick of dynamite

I could explode

Don't get too close

A chemical reaction

I blow sky high

You go wide

Another interaction

Fast food crashed

To kill the vibe

A dinner interception

If rock & roll can't clean my soul

I wanna get lost in the sauce

Let the exhaust fans suck the dust off my hands

Music might buy something sweet

A tasty treat

All empty fuckin calories

But if I wanna be eating right

Better work up an appetite

No net

All night