Seven Alarm from Heatwaves by Sam Foster

Verse 1:
Rubber, rubber on the boulevard
Passing for speed in a stranger’s car
Don’t tell, don’t tell. Lying’s a sin.
Hot nights in the city. Boy where you been?
One more, one more poured down the throat
Of a longneck, brake check from Ohio
Don’t touch, don’t touch. Just pass it by.
Just leave it alone and don’t ask why.

Pre-Chorus:
You can’t face it.
You just can’t face it.

Verse 2:
She calls, she calls with a panic switch.
Are you bloated and dead in a side street ditch?
You know, you know you’re a step away
From a no-name, x-ray from yesterday.
The smell, the smell, of an aroma – sweet
And the taste of another one on your teeth
She knows, she knows. God, she knows.
You can’t sink it down with a heavy stone.

Pre-Chorus 2:
You’ll have to face it.
You’ll have to face it.

Chorus:
And she needs you
Way down deep in her arms.
And she feels you
Just like a seven alarm
But you’re a little too self involved
A little too self involved

(Chorus x2)

• Rock
• acoustic guitar
• alternative country
• classic rock
• country rock
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