Firewater

All top hats and class, like the gentleman who knows how to throw you against a wall; Words so cordial but hand him a guitar and everything comes unhinged; Leaving you hallucinating on that beautiful scream; He’s never less than firewater; Pure fire water; Stealing the sound echoing in your head, Grabbing you like he’s kissing your hand; Right before fracturing your jaw again; All suave with a perfect touch like the gentleman who knows too much, and how to dance; No need for any kind of buzz He’s already firewater; Pure firewater; Baby, just hand him that guitar; He’ll take you where you want to go He’s the matchstick, detonate delicately; He’s never less than firewater, Pure firewater.