Escape the Fate - Fire It Up Lyrics
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Fire It Up
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What Are The Lyrics For Fire It Up By Escape the Fate?
Coursing through my veins like gasoline
So I hit the ground running Fingers grab your thought to calm my disses F*ck are we having fun yet? Falling down now! Take the posin before it destroys us! Falling down now! Fates are rising here come the hellions Fire it fire it up This our last chance Stuck in the middle of the sinster sinster sceen Firs it fire it up This is our last dance With middle fingers up well dance on you Dance on your fucking grave! Breath it in your lungs Like nicotine Soaking into your blood as the Hands of death rip you like a fucking disses Said are we having fun yet? Falling down now! Take the posin before it destroys us! Falling down now! Fates are rising here come the hellions Fire it fire it up This our last chance Stuck in the middle of the sinster sinster sceen Firs it fire it up This is our last dance With middle fingers up well dance on you Dance on your fucking grave! Dance! C'mon! Coursing through my veins like gasoline! Fire it fire it up This our last chance Stuck in the middle of the sinster sinster sceen Firs it fire it up This is our last dance With middle fingers up well dance on you Dance on your fucking grave! Fire it fire it up This our last chance Stuck in the middle of the sinster sinster sceen Firs it fire it up This is our last dance With middle fingers up well dance on you Dance on your fucking grave! C'mon! Coursing through my veins like gasoline! |
Who Wrote Fire It Up By Escape the Fate?
Caleb Shomo, Craig Edward Mabbitt, John Feldman, Michael Money, Monte Bryan Money
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