We're on fire, I thinkSo stop, drop and roll oneTakes one to grow oneWe're one of a kindWe're right on the brinkBurned out like the prom queenWe're all mirrors and smoke ringsSo stop, drop and roll oneI don't really care how this bony ass fairytale endsI just hope that we're leaving this honky tonk covered in menSometimes the loud ones are lonersSometimes the rockers are stonersOne's got the matches, one's got the lashesOne's running her mouth againWe're on fire, I thinkSo stop, drop and roll oneTakes one to grow oneWe're one of a kindWe're right on the brinkBurned out like the prom queenIt's all mirrors and smoke ringsSo stop, drop and roll oneGet this thing off of meWhere in the hell is my bra?This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi GrasSometimes the drifters are daisiesSometimes the sane ones are craziesOne's got the Tylenol, one's got the AdderallOne's got the drink in her handWe're on fire, I thinkSo stop, drop and roll oneTakes one to grow oneWe're one of a kindYeah, we're right on the brinkBurned out like the prom queenIt's all mirrors and smoke ringsSo stop, drop and roll one
