(lyrics: J. Harte, music: B. Walker)
Put a little fire in your body tonight.
Get a little higher... Ў®til the feeling is right.
Put away the problems and those troubles you fight, cus' it's alright.
Well I've been down that lonely road, where the bad times come
And rain down, Ў®til they flood your soul.
The storm keeps pounding at your door, while you're locked inside,
And hiding with nowhere to go.
Cus' when you're feeling cold and empty,
All alone there's no one you can tell.
Don't you know, sometimes you've gotta open up,
And sayЎ what the hell.
Good love's gone bad, and you're feeling mad at yourself,
And at the worldЎ cus' no one cares.
You're goin' down for the last time, sinkin' fast.
Drowning in all those despairs.
Cus' when you've been pushed and pulled and turned around,
Every single time, enough's enough.
Don't you take that shit, it's time you leave it all behind.
Cus' when you're feeling cold and empty, all alone,
And there's no one you can tell,
Don't you know sometimes you gotta open upЎ
And just say, oh what the hell.