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Artists:

Fuel · Fuel · Fuel Fandango


Albums:

Playlist: The Very Best of Fuel (Fuel) · Country Christmas Hits [Fuel 2000] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rocket Fuel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · An Introduction to Coleman Hawkins [Fuel 2000] (Coleman Hawkins) · Boss Man's Blues [Fuel 2000] (Big Joe Turner) · Fuel for the Fire (Ari Koivunen) · No Fuel Left for the Pilgrims (D:A:D) · Bezerk: Live...Burnin' Fuel (Tigertailz) · Fuel [Japan CD Single] (Metallica) · #1 Country Hits [Fuel 2000] (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 59 other albums »


to put me right

'Cause if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
You got to run on heavy, heavy fuel
Heavy, heavy fuel
Hunger is the fuel of greed
Enough is less than we need
To keep the sweetest dream
Charmed by routine
Preserved
I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh
I need to break sweat
I've got the fuel and I might get offensive,
I might be some threat
I want
breaking
That I'm nourished by the rush

'Cause I use love like fuel
The pain it drives my engine
I use love like fuel
I use love like fuel
Ooh love
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
Don't pass me by 
Without a drop 
Just step across 
And fill my cup 
Gimme more 
It's not enough 
Rejuvenate me 
Fuel me up 
Running drier
Fear now fuels the system 
Bio-machinery 

All hope that died must rise anew 
By facing the passage of time 
All that we've known was bound to drown
I wish you slow death,
Slow death by grinding

Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
to put me right
'cause if you want to run cool
If you want to run cool
If you want to run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My life makes
achieve despite the inhuman lie again
Faceless 
Bastard wins
Fuel by fire

Deception is their tool 
A vehicle with no rule
A trust built on emptiness
There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours
I got to double drive down south by 35
I got the hammer down Detroit made
5 25 pushing my ass right
Speedin' up 'cause we're runnin' Late
Take the shortcut by the Super 8
I have to make it across the Bay Bridge
Fast enough to put the beer in the fridge!
you laugh they can't kill you
These thoughts i have they seem
To pass me by
Like a cloud

Fuel and release!
Happiness is good for an hour
Fuel
host
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation
Soil fused to feathers
Soil fused to the body
Less than a statistic, so are we
by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
Knights in shining karma 
Tend your flame 
And with love for armor 
They'll remain 

Ever by your bed 
Guarding, still sleeping 
Shield your
the way she walk

Turn into liquid
With her legs on fire
Gold and feathers
Hanging by a thread

Fuel for fantasy
Smoother than an angel
Sweat fed
by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
(Oooo rev it up now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
standin' side by side 
(Oooo rev it up now) 
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen 
(Oooo rev it up now) 
Revvin' up our engines and it
Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need
Life on the edge is the bread which I feed
Standing alone, open for all to see
My tunnel vision for
Constrained by mind
And tamed by thoughts
Afraid of getting maimed by 
Feeling insecure
And day by day it's harder to push on through
These
Fire... Damage, who decides what is right

Crowded by all that is lost, it's hard to find positives
Taken by blunt ignorance I give you no
to find in the old days
Lost memories in the darkness

The king of the road, the fuel to your vice
He plays with girls, like cats play with mice
Stand
to find in the old days
Lost memories in the darkness

The king of the road, the fuel to your vice
He plays with girls, like cats play with mice
Stand
trust"

No one knew if the spirit died
All wrapped to go like Kentucky Fried
Trying to read the flight of birds
Low on fuel, getting low on words