Stop Drop and Roll One

We're on fire, I think

So stop, drop and roll one

Takes one to grow one

We're one of a kind

We're right on the brink

Burned out like the prom queen

We're all mirrors and smoke rings

So stop, drop and roll one

I don't really care how this bony 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 running her mouth again

We're on fire, I think

So stop, drop and roll one

Takes one to grow one

We're one of a kind

We're right on the brink

Burned out like the prom queen

It's all mirrors and smoke rings

So stop, drop and roll one

Get this thing off of me

Where in the hell is my bra?

This hurts a lot more than the last time we did Mardi Gras

Whut wheew

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, drop and roll one

Takes one to grow one

We're one of a kind

(We're one of a kind)

Yeah, we're right on the brink

Burned out like the prom queen

It's all mirrors and smoke rings

So stop, drop and roll one

He he huh he