Adding Fuel to the Flames

You’ll only regret it The more you say

When you look back In the cold light of day

When the argument Is a little further away

The words will still Be in your head

And you’ll be sorry For the things you said.

You just wouldn’t stop You had to go on

You never accept That you’re in the wrong

You make the fight So bitter and long

You just can’t wait To dig in your claws

The last word always Has to be yours.

The last word always Has to be yours.

Yes the last word always Has to be yours.

What a waste What a shame

You just kept adding Fuel to the flames.

© Jeffrey James Culling & Giuseppe Valdo Conte

All Instruments and Vocals Joe Conte