We're on fire, I think So stop droppin' one Take one to grow one We're one of a kind We're right on the brink Burned out like the prom quake We're all mirrors and smoke grates So stop droppin' roll one I don't really care how this phony-ass fairytale ends I just hope that we're leavin' this honky-tonk covered in men Sometimes the loud ones are loners Sometimes the rockers are stoners One's got the matches, one's got the lashes One's runnin' her mouth again We're on fire, I think So stop droppin' roll one Take one to grow one We're one of a kind We're right on the brink Burned out like the prom quake We're all mirrors and smoke grates So stop droppin' roll one Get this thing off me, wearin' the heel is my bra This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi Gras Sometimes the drifters are daisies Sometimes the sane ones are crazies One's got the Tylenol, one's got the Adderall One's got a drink in her hand We're on fire, I think So stop droppin' roll one Take one to grow one We're one of a kind Yeah, we're right on the brink Burned out like the prom quake It's all mirrors and smoke grates So stop droppin' roll one *