Lyrics

[Speaking: Jason Cruz] One, two, three, four! [Verse 1] One-oh-one point one Fahrenheit To some, it's a fever, to her, it's just right I can't hold her, and she's bringin' me down Her blood runs hot, but her heart beats cold She's a devil with an angel's face, I've been told I think I'll push my luck next time you're around [Chorus] Well, I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true But I never loved anyone else in this world but you A thousand reasons why I try to prove to you I'm not the other guy I don't give a damn what other people think Ugh! [Speaking: Jason Cruz] She walked my way with that sick, fucked up smile [Verse 2] A flare for the strange, a temper like a whip A soft hand clutches a riding crop grip Smell of latex rubber, it drives me insane Beat him once, then send him on his way There's no room in your life for anyone to stay Engrave your moniker in welts of pain [Chorus] Nothing I wouldn't do to prove To make these words I promised true I'd rather live my life alone than without you You know I'd rather die than to fuck this up Wouldn't get another try Got one chance, there's nothing I wouldn't do [Bridge] You be my master, I'll be your servant On my knees, I beg to be abused You can take the skin right off my back With a riding crop or a leather strap I'd take it all just to be with you [Chorus] Well, I'd walk through fire for you I'd burn in hell to make it all true But I never loved anyone else in this world but you You know I'd rather die than to fuck this up Wouldn't get another try You're my virus and I worship you [Speaking: Jason Cruz] What's up, guys? This feels fuckin' good, man That's all I gotta say about that Thank you, thank you very much [Speaking: Jason Cruz] So, in case you don't fuckin' know already We're doing a live record And you guys are gonna be on it tonight [Crowd Cheering] [Speaking: Jason Cruz] Oh-ho-ho, goddamn! [Speaking: Jason Cruz] I'll dedicate this song to everyone of you fuckers with a Strung Out tattoo out there