| Let me spit, stick straight to the point
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| It was a hot summer night, so pass a joint
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| You clowns think that living in a van
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| Will being you blow well I got an another plan
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| Alright then let’s make things exciting
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| I’m broke as hell so your money I’ll be hiding
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| I cut my losses and my credit is so thin
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| Cuz I laugh all the way from playing in a band
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| Swallow my pride night after night
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| I gave you everything I take only whats right
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| Screams, «Fire! |
| Fire!»
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| As the flames just keep growing higher, higher
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| (Higher, Higher)
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| Ease back for a second
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| Think more of than yourself
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| We’ve got our lives in that box
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| And it’s all about to melt
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| At 2am got woken from our sleep
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| With our world on fire in the middle of the street
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| You think we’re making money
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| But that joke it isn’t funny
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| When you life is on the line
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| When we’re a slutty band that’s living in a van
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| That’s going down down down in a blaze of glory
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| Light the match that takes me too higher
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| Throwing gasoline on to the…
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| You killed my pride night after night
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| I gave you everything I take only whats right |