Fire And Wood - Luciana Souza

The lights of São Paulo are flashing

Your car sends you crashing forever along

The clocks were turned back, you remember

I think it’s still November

But the party is on

We’re off to the hills on the back road

Our best friend has his kit, there’s nothing to smoke

He’s nothing but another pretender

A trust-fund West Ender

He’s rich but he’s broke

Fire and wood

We’re burning it down

The whiskey is good

We own this damn town

We’re off to the Forró for dancing

In minutes we’re prancing to the V.I.P.

room

We’re back on the floor in a half- beat

Then back out on the street

I lost my perfume!

The art dealer’s house is a beauty

His son is a cutie

His father has galleries he runs

We’re turning the world on its head

Then off to his bed

For some conjugal fun

Fire and wood

We’re burning it down

The whiskey is good

We own this damn town

I didn’t mean what I said

Come back, come back

The good times are all still ahead

Come back, come back

Back down the road that we came up

The street signs are glowing, the houses are gone

The dawn is a sky full of embers

It’s still November

And summer is on

We’ll go back to my place for music

Then off to the airport-

A flight to the shore!

We’re living the lives we were born for

We’re going nowhere, but at least we’re not poor!

Fire and wood

We’re burning it down

The whiskey is good

We own this damn town