| Last Thursday night in Pittsburgh PA
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| We played a small bar called the Next Decade
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| During our show a riot broke out
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| And from the back of the bar, I heard someone shout
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| Oh my god the bar’s on fire
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| Someone save the beer
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| As the fire spread, it was getting warm
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| We were right in the middle of a five alarm
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| The room was filled with so much smoke
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| I could barely hear what someone choked
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| Oh my god the bar’s on fire
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| Someone save the beer
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| Outside the club there was quite a scene
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| With lots of flashing lights and loud sirens
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| And as the firemen ran into the blazing hell
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| I thought I heard one of them yell
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| Oh my god the bar’s on fire
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| Someone save the beer
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| Another minute in there and we’d cremiate
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| But as I ran for my life I did hesitate
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| 'Cause there was one thing on my mind
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| That was to never leave a drink behind
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| Oh my god the bar’s on fire
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| Someone save the beer
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| Truth be known there wasn’t much of a fire
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| Just an A.C. unit with a faulty wire |