The Arsonist Lyrics

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