The fire, the wine, the bed, and you
In this crimson light I find the truth
And truth is like a punch or two
It hits you hard and knocks you through
So I get on the road and ride to you
I get on the road and ride to you
Kiss like a fight that neither wins
One tender payment for our sins
You are the drug that I can't quit
Your perfect chaos is the perfect fit
"Get on the Road"
TIRED PONY
In this crimson light I find the truth
And truth is like a punch or two
It hits you hard and knocks you through
So I get on the road and ride to you
I get on the road and ride to you
Kiss like a fight that neither wins
One tender payment for our sins
You are the drug that I can't quit
Your perfect chaos is the perfect fit
"Get on the Road"
TIRED PONY
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