| Six full cans of gas
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| In the back of my truck.
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| Smellin' like fumes
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| As I circle the block.
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| I’m gonna burn this bitch up,
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| Burn this bitch up.
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| Fire starts small,
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| But it quickly gets up.
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| I built me a gas-gun
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| And sprayed the basement.
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| And stand with the crowd
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| To watch with amazement.
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| Tennants coming home
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| Wonderin' where their place went.
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| Anything flamable
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| Burned to the pavement.
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| I start fires in appartments,
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| Buildings and houses.
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| Gasoline douses,
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| Fire arouses.
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| I’m a pyromaniac
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| Chemical brainiac.
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| Morph any structure
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| Into charcoal black.
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| I’ll burn this place down.
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| Charred bodies found face down.
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| I love the sirens,
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| A mental case clown.
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| I smoke blunts
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| In a gasoline bathtub.
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| Burn a skyscrapper
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| Into a stub.
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL BURN IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
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| I start forest fires,
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| Burn telephone poles.
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| Ignite the wires
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| Til something explodes.
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| It’s the heat,
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| I love it as the flames burn brighter.
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| I burnt my own lips off
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| With a lighter.
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| And fuckin half my fingers,
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| The smoke: it lingers.
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| Down-town nightclubs
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| And bars are ringers.
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| I just roll a grenade
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| Out on the dance floor.
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| Watch from a parking lot.
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| Flames; |
| they roar.
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| Flames burn anything
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| They can get they hands on.
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| I’m fuckin' homeless…
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| I burnt down my home.
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| Burned my ass off
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| When I sat on a bonfire.
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| Detroit revels
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| By the time I admire.
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| Set a truck on fire
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| And drove it through a Wendy’s.
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| Burned down a Quik Stop
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| And fire-bombed Denny’s.
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| I’m sickly in love
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| With the heat of the flames
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| And I’ll burn this bitch up,
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| Shit’s off the chain!
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
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| HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL!
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| I LOVE IT HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL!
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| I LOVE IT HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL BURN IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
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| Call a fire truck…
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| I’ll burn it to the core.
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| Smoke billows in the sky
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| When gasoline pours.
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| I was clothes in it,
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| I fuck hoes in it; |
| I’ll admit it.
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| I love knowin'
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| I could blow any minute.
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| And the bigger the better.
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| The brighter the tighter.
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| From a cigarette bud
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| To a California brush fire.
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| I’ll take the rush higher
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| And burst into flames.
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| Only teeth and bones remain
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| AND I LOVE THIS!
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| HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL!
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| I LOVE IT HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
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| HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL!
|
| I LOVE IT HOTTER THAN THE FLAMES IN HELL! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
|
| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
|
| ALL OF IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
|
| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
|
| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!)
|
| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
|
| ALL BURN IT! |
| (HOT! HOT! HOT!)
|
| I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE SHIT DOWN!
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| ALL OF IT! |
| (BURN! BURN! BURN!) |