Sinner's Advice

Countless rivers of fire Flowing under your feet But your shoes, it ain't like other And desire needs grit Mix three quarters of liquor And two quarters of dance In the fight for salvation I bet you have the advance You're surrounded by flames, Now the floor starts to shake While the temperature rises You can tell this ain't fake Move your feet to the rhythm Hear the sinner's advice If it runs through your veins, No need to keep it quiet Hear the sinner's advice, It's the rum, it's not the ice