. Everything that comes out of my trombone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone. Fire and brimstone, Fire and brimstone Shot guns blast, you hear it ring so loud. Follow bout the sirens happens all year
Wake up in New York City. Lying on the floor. Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah. You gonna know my name by the end of the night, well Bright
