Pull It and Fire - Sons Of Texas

I’m well aware it’s not even half past the week

It’s 12 AM my boys are in bed and fast asleep

But I don’t need them at all!

I pray for asphyxiation

I bow head if not for everything

I’m sick and so damn tired pull it and fire yeah

Lord knows I’m suffocating in doubt

I’m gladly proud without

So we’ll ring these guns to sound off

Break this life for now

I’m well aware it’s not even half past the week

It’s 12 AM my boys are in bed and fast asleep

But I don’t need them at all

Have myself a ball

Drinking all alone

Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up

Oh when I wake up in the morning and I’ll be high behind bars

When a puddle of piss drapes down on my front lawn

Then I’ll be going sober

When the sun goes down

You best believe I’m ought to do it over again

Swear I’ll burn this town, one bottle of Crown

Light one match to burn this city all to the ground

I swear we’ll burn it down

I swear we’ll burn it down, down

I’ll have myself a ball

Drinking all alone

Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up

Have myself a ball!

Drinking all alone!

Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up

Swear I’ll paint this town

I got one foot in the ground

Light one match to burn the city all to the ground

Burn the damn thing down