The Arsonist

Drinkin' on a Sunday
Forget tomorrow's Monday
All of the money's gone
Walkin' down the streets
Tryna make ends meet
But nobody wants to hear my song
Got a notice on my door
Sayin I can't live here no more
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
Light another cigarette
Dancin' with my silhouette
Pretend that it's you
That it's you, you, oh whoa oh

It burns like hell
But it tastes like heaven
It burns like hell
But it tastes like heaven
I never wished you well
'Cause I'm not a liar
It burns like hell
When you're on fire
Fire, Fire

Drinkin' on a Tuesday at twelve o'clock
Self medicating to absorb the shock
Sold everything I've ever owned
My car is the place I call home
Never been one to ask for much
When the good gets goin', the goin' gets tough
New York City's never been kind
But for some reason I can't leave her behind
Oh, oh whoa oh

It burns like hell
But it tastes like heaven
It burns like hell
But it tastes like heaven
I never wished you well
'Cause I'm not a liar
It burns like hell
When you're on fire
Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire