Winding road, set me free,
take me where I am supposed to be.
See that flame? It calls to me,
showing me, where I need to be.
That flame I know, is Kerosene,
just down the road within the trees.
See that flag? It's mocking me,
tonight that flag meets Kerosene.
So follow me to this place I know,
believe me, I was born ready to go.
I see you fall upon your knees,
pray to your god to hear your dreams,
what you've heard, ain't what it seems..
We will stick with sin, and Kerosene.