Streets of Fire

The New Pornographers

Come on, come out of the rain
You're not oppressed, you're just too learned
I took the book, I lit the page
Your sabbatical was burning

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fires in the street
Let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa
I already did

Some things work but me, I choose to lose
My skin in the dirt
This whiskey priest, he burned the church
To keep his girls alive

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa
I already did

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet, fire in the street