The little girl who used to dance
On fire and brimstone
Is all but dead
Where's the girl I knew
That held a lighter up to the radio?
She'd do anything she wants
Because she can
We were seventeen and wild and we were jumpin' on
The devil's bed
I didn't raise you like that
I taught you lessons about freedom
Strapped to the bucket of a 455
I lit your hair on fire
Racing ten mile flats
Where American heavy metal thrives
Oh we were waitin' and wishin'
On pink slips and kisses at the end of the line
And you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass
And you screamed on high
I'm alive