Countless rivers of fire
Flowing under your feet
But your shoes, it ain't like other
And desire needs grit
Mix three quarters of liquor
And two quarters of dance
In the fight for salvation
I bet you have the advance
You're surrounded by flames,
Now the floor starts to shake
While the temperature rises
You can tell this ain't fake
Move your feet to the rhythm
Hear the sinner's advice
If it runs through your veins,
No need to keep it quiet
Hear the sinner's advice,
It's the rum, it's not the ice
