Backfire

You gave the same reply again
While I was still chasing huricanes,
No use to shelter from the rain
Making us prisoners is up to you

Still the same, I tried to say
I tried to prove, I tried the same

You gave the same reply again
While I still chasing huricanes
No use it's just the ball and chain
backfire is up to you

Coz you push me straight away
I'm not covered to feel the rain
I'm a perfect pervert I'm a fake
I'm not living upon your taste