Wooden House
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
I saw the forecast, bad weather is heading on your direction
Collection of raging fronts strikes you
You'd better seek some protection
Cause Zeus has gone berserk, crazy, blazing, throwing fire
And the whole existence of yours is built on a funeral pyre
Aint safe after that behavior of yours... it was outrageous
You and your co-traitors are sighted by K's razor-sharp lasers
Cutting thru your armor, melting - these methods I know them
And I just won't give up so you better sleep one eye open
Yeah, I don't got much to lose but what about you?
Hold your fire-extinguisher close to you cause I'm that mc called barbecue
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
No spliffs in my lips yet I always carry matches
Ready to catch the moment
Like an Apache on a warpath I practice
Silence before violence
No use be hiding behind your lawyer
Cause I'm gliding above you like a vulture
And keep my eyes on you
And the time is on my side, yours has almost ran out
Stupid old bitch, all stuck with that retired boy scout
You both are about to feel the heat and scream my name
When flames bring the pain and K dictates the game
Cause I'm powered by the forces of hate
About to demonstrate
How safe exactly that house of yours is made as I cremate
Your life
I piss on your gravestone, tag it with a dollar sign
Singing happy songs about the day you die
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
Petrol cans in my trunk filled with high octane
About to sweep of tears turning them to burning acid rain
Falling down
While I'm cruising the streets of your town
I will find my way
I won't confound cause I've been around
Heat seeking, rolling as my expectations are growing
This will stop tonight as we crash like a Boeing
All friction creates heat and heat leads to fire
I'm Arthur Brown of rhyme
Bringing you the sound of messiah or the devil
I don't know who you are gonna meet
I'm just a cab driver and you are sitting on my back seat
These doors can't be opened once I've closed them
Judgement night I bring you!
Yo, I represent an o.d. of road rage
As we are heading for "Coast Line number 3"
Crashing thru the wall, igniting when inside!
Flames color skies exposing the lies you've spread
You're ashamed, you wanna come back but you are dead
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
I saw the forecast, bad weather is heading on your direction
Collection of raging fronts strikes you
You'd better seek some protection
Cause Zeus has gone berserk, crazy, blazing, throwing fire
And the whole existence of yours is built on a funeral pyre
Aint safe after that behavior of yours... it was outrageous
You and your co-traitors are sighted by K's razor-sharp lasers
Cutting thru your armor, melting - these methods I know them
And I just won't give up so you better sleep one eye open
Yeah, I don't got much to lose but what about you?
Hold your fire-extinguisher close to you cause I'm that mc called barbecue
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
No spliffs in my lips yet I always carry matches
Ready to catch the moment
Like an Apache on a warpath I practice
Silence before violence
No use be hiding behind your lawyer
Cause I'm gliding above you like a vulture
And keep my eyes on you
And the time is on my side, yours has almost ran out
Stupid old bitch, all stuck with that retired boy scout
You both are about to feel the heat and scream my name
When flames bring the pain and K dictates the game
Cause I'm powered by the forces of hate
About to demonstrate
How safe exactly that house of yours is made as I cremate
Your life
I piss on your gravestone, tag it with a dollar sign
Singing happy songs about the day you die
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
Petrol cans in my trunk filled with high octane
About to sweep of tears turning them to burning acid rain
Falling down
While I'm cruising the streets of your town
I will find my way
I won't confound cause I've been around
Heat seeking, rolling as my expectations are growing
This will stop tonight as we crash like a Boeing
All friction creates heat and heat leads to fire
I'm Arthur Brown of rhyme
Bringing you the sound of messiah or the devil
I don't know who you are gonna meet
I'm just a cab driver and you are sitting on my back seat
These doors can't be opened once I've closed them
Judgement night I bring you!
Yo, I represent an o.d. of road rage
As we are heading for "Coast Line number 3"
Crashing thru the wall, igniting when inside!
Flames color skies exposing the lies you've spread
You're ashamed, you wanna come back but you are dead
It aint no safe in a wooden house
Not safe at all, don't you know what I mean?
It aint no safe in a wooden house
I smell some smoke ya, I smell some gasoline
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Writer(s): Heikki Liczkoski Ruuth
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